The Healing of Love

Title: The Healing of Love
Series: Demon’s Angel #5 (Immortal Loves #7)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Year: Season 9 (Summer 2013 going forward)
Tags: Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Angels & Demons, Dark, Angel!Spencer, Demon!Aaron, Wing Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Creepy Demon, Torture, Two Fucked up Beings In Love, Codependent, Flaying, OC Deaths, Aaron IS NOT OKAY!, Blood Baths, Literal Bathing In Blood, Memory Loss, Happy Ending, Religion-Freeform, Fallen Angels, Rough Sex, Cutting, Rimming, Bathroom Blowjobs, Handcuffs, Blood Play,
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid,
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jack Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Alex Blake, Asmodeus, Nuriel, Denei, Tomriel, Lucifer, Vassago,
Spoilers: Up Through Season 8/9
Summary: Denei is coping with the loss of Nuriel in the only way that he knows how, blood and guts everywhere. The downside is that the BAU is tasked with tracking his nationwide blood bath.
Words: 25,898
Notes: You all have read the ones before right?
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Murder, Torture, Mass Killings, Attempted Rape, Attempted Child Rape, Rape,
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The Destruction of Love

Title: The Destruction of Love
Series: Demon’s Angel #4 (Immortal Loves #6)
Fandom: Criminal Minds,
Year: Season 8 & 9 (Spring 2013 going forward)
Tags: Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Angels & Demons, Dark, Angel!Spencer, Demon!Aaron, Wing Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drug Use, Creepy Demon, Torture, Two Fucked up Beings In Love, Codependent, Drug use
Ratings: R
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid,
Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jack Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Alex Blake, Tomriel, Asmodeus,
Spoilers: Up Through Season 8/9
Summary: Everyone on the BAU team knows that something happened between Aaron and Spencer only Dave knows the truth of the relationship. No one is prepared for a joint Demon & Angel assault on Quantico late one night when it’s only the team there. When the smoke clears, Aaron’s not sure he’s ready to pay the price for saving his friends.
Words: 15,427
Notes: Can I say I am sorry now?
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death,
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The Death of Love

Title: The Death of Love
Series: Demon’s Angel #3 (Immortal Loves #5)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Year: Season 8 (Spring 2013)
Tags: Break Up, Hurt, Angst, Blood Drinking, Role Play, Rimming, BDSM, Spanking,
Ratings: Explicit
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Spoilers: Up through Season 8
Summary: It’s a weekend at home with Jack. It was supposed to be fun. Aaron and Spencer were enjoying their time with their son until the Demon attacked.
Words: 13,418
Notes: None
Warnings: Torture, Murder,
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Aaron scented the air. The whole house smelled like sex and sweat. It was heady to him but he knew he was wearing out, Spencer though seemed to be tireless. Next time he fed his Angel his blood, we was going to control how much he took in.

Spencer had woken him up when he’d slid down on his cock at six a.m. He’d gone from a hazy, sleepy horny to awake and aching in seconds. It wasn’t until the Angel had bit his neck and started sucking that he had figured out what his lover wanted. It was a three day weekend with no Jack, a perfect time to see exactly how the blood affected him.

“It makes him high and horny,” Aaron said to the empty kitchen. He’d just finished off a bottle of water. He’d been chasing Spencer down for the past half an hour. Every single time that he had the lithe Angel cornered, he’d slip away to another room using his Grace. So instead of chasing him anymore, he’d laid traps in several rooms. Right now he was taking a breather. Checking on his sigil on his thigh, he sighed. Even it was weak. A touch and it flared, Spencer was going to kill him with sex. Heaven and Hell would die of laughter at the great Denei dying from sex with an Angel. The sigil he’d placed on thigh had been one of the first sex sigils he’d learned. It was basically an erection sigil, it allowed him to orgasm but stay hard. All he had to do was remove it and he’d come and not get hard again.

Only their mutual healing was stopping them from becoming sore or in Aaron’s case chaffing. Spencer had been the giver several times but he was more satisfied if he was on the receiving end with the blood running in his veins. A flare of power washed over Aaron and he smiled. His Little Angel had been trapped in the library. He hoped this would be the last round. It was already four in the afternoon. They’d pretty much been fucking for ten hours now.

Aaron braced himself for what was to come. Spencer had asked him to try a new role play a few weeks before and he’d been hesitant then and was now but Spencer had begged. Spencer didn’t beg for things, not like that. Spencer’s favorite role play was to relive when Denei had taken him for the first time. Aaron was up for that pretty much all the time. Another he liked was when they went to clubs and he picked up Spencer as a human. Last time they’d gone to Rome. This role play though, it turned even Aaron’s stomach a little. Spencer wanted to go back to that first time but he wanted a very different outcome. Aaron wondered if he could become that Denei, the Demon he’d been before he’d met Nuriel for the first time. He wasn’t sure if he could even play force Spencer to have sex with him. He had no clue why his Angel wanted it. He’d try though.

Aaron opened the door to the library, also Spencer’s office, and felt himself shiver at the sight that greeted him. The desk was where he’s positioned it but now Spencer was bent over it, ass in the air. His hands were being held down by invisible bonds to the desktop. It was a blatantly sexual position and it made Aaron’s blood pump.

“What do I have here?” Aaron asked, pitching his voice lower and rougher, closer to what Denei’s had been. Spencer’s whole body shivered as much as it could with him bound like he was.

“Who are you?” Spencer asked. His voice was softer than it usually was. Not exactly what it had been before he’d become one with Nuriel but close.

“I ask the questions, Angel.” Aaron stepped up behind him to where the Angel couldn’t see him from the angle his face was at. Spencer tried to kick out as his body felt the other moving closer but Aaron easily caught the leg. He slipped between the legs and pinned them down with his own. His hard cock brushed against the swell of the Angel’s ass.

“What are you doing?” Spencer screamed as the hard cock brushed against him harder this time. Aaron’s hand faltered on its path to touch his skin. He was worried. Still he forced his hand to the small of Spencer’s back and held him still. His Angel’s Grace was fighting the bonds that held him down but not as much as it would if he was truly scared. Spencer had proven capable of breaking the sigils if he needed to.

Aaron brought his other hand down on Spencer’s ass cheek, hard. The crack echoed around the room and Spencer still as he let out a scream. His breathing hitched but he didn’t say anything. Aaron couldn’t do it. He quickly moved around the desk, crouching in front of his Angel. Spencer’s eyes had tracked him the whole way around.

“Aaron? What’s wrong?” Spencer asked. Aaron reached out and cupped his cheek. His Angel’s eyes were clear and bright, large with arousal. “Aaron?”

“I’m just a little worried. You sound almost too real, Spencer. What’s your safe word?” Aaron needed to know that Spencer remembered it.

“Hell. I’m here mentally, Aaron. Your blood is almost gone. It’s just enough to help me but I’m not high. Not like that.”

“Do you remember what we’ve done today?”

“From the moment I slid down on your cock to wake you up to slipping away from you in the basement.” Spencer smiled at him and leaned up as much as he could for a kiss. Aaron gave it to him. Spencer’s Grace still thrummed with arousal and it helped to calm him down. “Come on My Demon, give me what I want.”

“Okay but if you so much as seem like you are not enjoying this, I’m stopping. I can’t hurt you like that.”

Spencer nodded and laid his cheek back on the desk and relaxed again. Aaron stood up and moved back to stand behind him. The red mark on his cheek was long gone. Aaron took a moment to get back into the headspace that he needed for this.

“Such a scared little Angel. What are you afraid of?”

“Please don’t hurt me,” Spencer begged.

“Little Bird, I’m not going to hurt you,” Aaron said as he leaned over him, planting his hands on either side of his head and letting his cock rub all over his Angel’s backside. He leaned his lips close to Spencer’s ear. “At least not much.”

“Oh, God! Please! Please let me go!” Spencer was shifting on the desk and it took Aaron a second to figure out what he was doing. He was thrusting against the desk. That gave Aaron insight into why Spencer wanted this. He didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen it before now.

Spencer, the vessel that Nuriel had taken over so long ago loved to learn and Nuriel loved to experience human life. This experience had been one that had never been on Aaron’s radar as something he’d want. Humans had no chance of subduing him long enough and not even Lucifer would touch Spencer with the thought of raping him. He’d not set foot in Hell since he’d killed a horde of Demons that had been sent to kill him and Nuriel not long after his Angel had been cast out. That had been so long ago but still lesser Demons quaked when they figured out who he was and there were not many who were equal to him much less above him. Spencer had done a lot of things over their long life together that scared Aaron, just trying to experience human life.

“I’ll let you go when I am done with you, Angel.”

The whimper that his Angel let out was somewhere between full blown terror and so aroused he’d take a cock before stretching and lube.

“What’s that?” Aaron started thrusting into him, his cock sliding between Spencer’s cheeks. He was already stretched from their fucking all day and he figured there was still enough lube inside of him. All he’d need to do was slip inside of him but he held himself back. He wanted to play. He always played with his toys.

Pulling himself away, Aaron landed a smack on the opposite cheek. “Quit moving.”

“Please…” Spencer’s nails were scraping large gouges in the desktop. Aaron smiled.

“I just want a toy to play with and you are here all perfect and waiting for me. You allowed yourself to be caught, Little Angel, you gotta pay the price.” Aaron scratched down his back hard enough to raise red welts and enjoyed watching the skin turn back to normal. He ached to cut but didn’t want to. He didn’t want that in this.

“I didn’t…didn’t allow myself to get caught. I just saw…” A bite on Spencer’s shoulder shut him up. His hips bucked up into Aaron and whimpered.

“Still you are at my mercy.” Aaron cringed at his words. It was a mockery. He couldn’t do it. Aaron dropped to his knees and gripped cheeks pulling them apart. He let his breath ghost over flesh and waited for the reactions. Spencer started to shake with arousal and he couldn’t hold back his moans. Aaron watched his lover’s hard cock drip release. The first lick to flesh had Spencer jumping and Aaron heard the wood of the desk crack. He laughed as he licked again and again. Foreplay like this had been lacking over the course of the day and he wanted Spencer so gone when he slid into him.

Rimming always aroused Spencer so much he’d beg to be fucked. Making his tongue ridged, Aaron slid it inside his Angel. He could taste the remnants of his own release as well as the taste of what was purely Spencer.

“Please, Aaron. Fuck me,” Spencer whined.

Aaron sighed in happiness as he stood up. Spencer broke the roleplay first and he was thankful. He wanted to make it as good as he could for Spencer so he summoned the lube from the desk drawer since he couldn’t open due to the body in his way. He smeared some around Spencer’s hole but not inside before he slicked up his cock.

“Please, My Demon. Fuck me. Oh God, fuck me so hard I’ll feel it for weeks.”

Aaron slammed into him and he felt Spencer come just from the entry. He fucked in and out of him as his love’s muscles twitched from orgasm. He’d never been so happy for the sigil on his person in his life. With how Spencer was keening and going, if it hadn’t been for it, he’d have been done the second he’d come. He could tell that Spencer wasn’t done though.

“Come on, Demon!” Spencer all but screamed. He tried to thrust back onto Aaron’s cock. “Fuck me hard and deep. I want you so far inside of me that I’ll taste your dick.”

Aaron’s thrusts stuttered at the words and he stilled. Spencer groaned in exasperation. Pulling out, he touched the desk top and suppressed the sigils. His lover immediately rolled over and pulled him down at the same time he leaned up and into a hard kiss.

“Please, Aaron. Fuck me so hard and fast that I forget everything but you. I need it,” Spencer begged. He shifted and spread his legs so that Aaron could slip even closer. He lined up and slid back inside of his lover. He thrust as hard as he could and the Angel keened. A brush of hand on his thigh and the sigil removed itself from his body. Spencer sounded like he was close and he hoped this fucked him out. Spencer was never this desperate, this needy. The words from his mouth were so dirty and he’d never heard them before. Oh, the harder, faster, and fuck me he had but the rest. He’d come close one time, when he’d been high on dilaudid. Aaron didn’t like it.

Aaron leaned Spencer back, blanketing his body. It was Heaven and Hell at the same time. He was buried so far in his Angel that it was all he could feel but the desperation that rolled off him, killed part of his response. The coil in his gut started and he hoped Spencer was as close as he sounded. He could normally tell better but Spencer wasn’t acting like he normally did. Aaron pulled back from his lips as the same time he pulled his cock almost the entire way out of his lover. He thrust back inside of him as hard as he could. The desk scooted across the floor with the force and Spencer came with a scream. He clenched around Aaron so painfully tight that he came as well with a strangled whimper.

Getting his breathing under control, Aaron looked at Spencer to see he’d passed out. Aaron knew that he had seen stars so he wasn’t shocked that Spencer had just passed out. A push of power and the both of them were cleaned as he pulled out. Spencer wouldn’t be happy but he could shower when he woke up to feel better.

Carefully picking him up, Aaron threw open the door with his mind. It wasn’t until he stepped into the hall that he realized that something felt different about the house.

“Dad,” Jack’s voice called out from down the hall. As Aaron turned to look at him, he pulled on his power and he was dressed in boxers and sleep pants. A small blanket draped over Spencer.

“Jack…this isn’t your weekend home.” Aaron tried for nonchalant but the raised eyebrow that was way too close to his own told him he failed. Jack was going to be a very moody teenager. Aaron hated reminders that it was so close.

“I texted you three days ago and said I was coming home. Bart down the road is having a birthday party and he invited me. It’s on Sunday. Maybe some of those sigils on the bedroom door need to be on the front door as well.” Jack looked back down the stairs and smiled. “I opened up the windows on the first floor.”

“Thanks and maybe some new sigils on the door will be a good idea.” Aaron cringed internally at the reminder of what his son had walked into down there. The house had been a wreck.

“Is Papa all right?” Jack asked but didn’t move any closer. Aaron could see the worry in every line of his body.

“Just really tired. Stay out of the library for a while.” Aaron hadn’t cleaned up the desk any and he didn’t want the sigils on the desk activating for him.

“I broke your sigils around the rest of the house. You are very lucky that I am not freaked out like most kids are about their parents having sex. Maybe a sock on the door?”


“Papa feels funny. He feels off.” Jack wrinkled his nose and looked at him in Aaron’s arms again.

“He ingested some of my blood. It had a very strong effect and he had a reaction we didn’t count on.” Aaron had never lied to Jack before and Spencer would put out if he started now. Jack started to laugh. It was well known to the three of them that Aaron was the more amorous of the pair. “So what do you want to do tomorrow?”

“Papa promised to take me to the Jeffersonian the next weekend I was in. I’m going to go to my room until you’ve cleaned up.” Jack skirted past the two of them, planting a light kiss on Spencer’s cheek as he passed. The sight of Jack touching Spencer sent a thrill through him. Jack hadn’t touched him since the issue three years prior. Warmth spread through him.

When Haley had told him she was pregnant, he’d been happy right up until he’d thought about Spencer. There had been no guarantee that his child would accept an Angel in his life. Aaron was one in a million. In fact, the first time his Angel had met Jack had been late at night. Aaron was away on a case but he came back to DC since Spencer was able to get away from classes for a time. Aaron had shut off the monitor so that they wouldn’t wake up Haley.

Spencer had tried to balk at holding him but Aaron had pushed until Spencer had taken him in hand. Nothing happened. Jack hadn’t even stirred. The bit of Aaron that was inside of Jack had to have recognized him and his father’s claim. That aspect had been great given that Haley had died not long after the divorce.

Haley had tried to get a Demon to kill him to get custody or at least scare him into giving up his parental rights. He hadn’t even known that she had a connection to any part of his world. Haley’s lover had wanted to adopt Jack, not seeing how Aaron would be able to see Jack enough to forge a bond. A Demon had taken the job and watched him to figure out the best way to kill him and not get caught since he was a Federal Agent. When the Demon had figured out he was another Demon and Denei to boot, he’d killed Haley in retribution. He staged the death at the hands of her lover and the lover was still serving a jail sentence for it. Aaron was more than willing to let him rot in jail because he had been a part of the death plot against him. Aaron had hunted down the Demon that killed Haley. Once he got his hands on the other Demon, everything had spilled from the weak things lips. In the end, Aaron had killed him using one of Spencer’s blades.

Jack remembered very little of Haley and thankfully what he did remember was good. Spencer was the only other parent he knew. So when he’d been upset from a fight with Aaron and his powers had flared and burned Spencer, Jack had been devastated. Aaron had given in and allowed Jack to go to the boarding school after that. Jack had holed himself up in his room after hurting Spencer and Aaron had chosen to try and calm him down while Spencer healed and rested in the bedroom. It wasn’t until Aaron had calmed Jack down that he’d figured out that Spencer hadn’t been resting. He’d run. Spencer was blaming himself for what had happened and had left to protect Jack.

Tracking down his wayward Angel hadn’t been hard, Spencer only had a few places he went to hide. What he had forgotten though was that Spencer was an artist when it came to Demonic repelling wards and he’d had enough time to fortify himself in his apartment. Aaron sat outside the apartment door for hours. Spencer ignored him even though he hadn’t stopped talking. For a very stressful and shame filled hour, Aaron had been jealous of his son. Spencer broke the silence to tell him to leave because he wasn’t going back to the house where he was going to put Jack in danger. He wasn’t willing to harm him and that meant that he and Aaron were done.

Spencer loved with all that he was. He loved Jack no more than he loved Aaron but he couldn’t hurt anyone like that. He hated when he caused harm, even to UnSubs. And Aaron loved him for that. That was why Aaron cherished the night Spencer had given him what he needed and hurt him. He knew it would be a while before it happened again.

It had been Jack himself who had coerced Spencer into dropping the wards on his apartment to let them in. Even if the Angel hadn’t touched him since then. The next work free weekend the family had visited four different boarding schools that Spencer liked the look of. Suppression sigils placed on Spencer’s body had kept his Grace inside his body. He seemed human to everyone he came across. The first three places, Spencer had gone into and out of with no issues. The last though, the wards on the school grounds had broken the sigils. Spencer had been allowed onto the grounds but the second he tried to step off he was trapped. The Headmaster had appeared ready for a fight. It hadn’t taken long to get everything under control.

In the end, Jack had gone there. Dark Valley Academy was perfect and the Headmaster hadn’t balked at the want to keep Jack’s parents real names suppressed. In fact he agreed it might just be best.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Aaron crossed to the bedroom door. He settled Spencer down onto the bed in a nest of blankets. His Angel smiled in his sleep and cuddled into Aaron’s pillow, breathing deep.

Millennia together and he’d never regretted a single moment with his love. All the Demons he knew said he would. He loved shoving that in their faces.


Spencer smiled as he sat down beside Jack inside the bone room in the Jeffersonian. He could tell the boy was nervous about something. “What’s up, Jack?”

“I want to come home.”

“Did something happen at the school?”

“No. I just miss you and Dad. It didn’t really hit until you were kidnapped.”

Spencer sighed and dropped his arm across Jack’s shoulders, pulling him close but being careful not to touch skin. “The Headmaster said it would be four to five years…”

“I’ve been doing a lot of night lessons with my Sigil Professor. He’s really smart and has been helping me a great deal.” Jack reached out and touched the skin on the back of Spencer’s hand. Nothing happened. There was no tingle. No pain. “The Headmaster has been worried long before you were kidnapped about upping the wards on the school. The only reason he hadn’t was that we were safe.”

“Me having access to you only becomes an issue if Demons attack. Not even Lucifer would dare kill you. Only idiots would attack and then we shall see where Hell stands on it all.”

“My professor ended up helping me find the tattoo that Dad put on you.”

“Jack…” Spencer was shocked. Jack knew that the fact that one of his parents was an Angel needed to be kept quiet. Especially at the school. There were a lot of idiots in the Demonic world.

“I was looking up things on getting certain Angels past wards and sigils when he found me looking. He told me I didn’t need to worry about Angels. I didn’t need to fear them. My soul would protect me from them. I told him I didn’t fear Angels. Then he saw the other book I had out. It was the Demonic version of yours and Dad’s story. To the kids at school Dad is a rock star. That he’s been able to keep an Angel deluded for millennia is just the best thing ever. He looked at me and I swear he saw into my soul. I reacted and where he was touching me, he burned.”

“Just like what you did to me. How?” Spencer racked his brain for the answer. Jack’s innate power should never react to a Demon like that.

“My professor jumped back and he said Nuriel. He said that he always wondered. My soul is filled with your Grace. It’s why I have such issues with my powers. We have a good hold on them now. Now that we know what’s wrong. My professor thinks it’ll be safe to come home.”

“Who is he Jack? I’ve noticed you haven’t named him.” Spencer wasn’t an idiot. Jack glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “It’s no use asking me not to tell your father, I don’t lie to him.”

“It’s not Dad’s reaction I am worried about. It’s yours.” Jack sighed and stood up, letting Spencer’s arm fall down. He moved over to a bin of bones and pulled out the drawer. “Why does Heaven and Hell want you dead?”

“Whispers and words that no longer have any meaning.”

“What’s a Demilim?” Jack asked as he turned to back to look at Spencer finally. The word caught in Spencer’s mind. It was why he was being targeted even though he and Aaron could never have a child together.

“A Demilim is something that can never happen. It’s been proven time and again. Demons have raped female Angels for millennia and no child has ever come of it.”

“So it’s like a Nephilim? Except between an Angel and a Demon?”

“Actually…” Spencer trailed off and looked at Jack, his eyes wide. He felt his heart rate jump up. “A Demilim is a Demon with the Grace of an Angel but the only way to pass on Grace is through procreation.”

“My professor told me the same thing. He looked scared.”

“Vassago has always been scared of me. Long before he fell. He is the only Demon alive who would have been able to recognize my Grace in you.”

“Vass said that as well. What tattoo design did you and Dad pick?”

Spencer laughed. Jack had been asking since he’d seen him the first time he’d seen the boy after it had been placed on him. He started to unbutton his shirt and then let it fall to the ground and turned for Jack to see it. Small hands traced the outline of the feathers on his back and pressed firmer over the crooked feather.

“Pretty. Dad did good.”

“Yes, he did. He’s very enamored with it.” Spencer slipped his shirt back on and turned to face Jack. “What whispers do you hear at school?”

“That Heaven and Hell want you. Heaven wants to reclaim you. Hell wants to make you fall. And that if they can’t do that, they are going to kill you. It’s because of me. You…Your love of me and sharing of your Grace made me a Demilim and they fear me. What is to fear of a Demilim?”

“Demilim are the epitome of something that is a miracle but shouldn’t be able to happen. Angels fear a Demilim because it means that Demons can love and Demons fear them because it means in their eyes they can be corrupted. You are something to fear because of love.” Spencer was keeping his shock at all of it in check. He needed to keep calm until he got to talk to Aaron.

“Oh. Huh.” Jack looked at his watch and sighed. “We better head home. Dad’s gonna call if we are late to dinner…again.”

Spencer laughed and nodded. Jack was right. Day trips out with the two of them usually ended up with them getting home late and dinner being cold but it was always worth it. The guard to the bone room just nodded as they left. Spencer was there enough that he was a regular sight to them. Jack filled the car ride home with discussion of what the books at his school actually said about him and Aaron and their long life together.

The feel of something wrong started the moment Spencer got out of the car. Jack had to have felt it as well because the boy was stopped dead on the sidewalk only two steps from the car. Spencer pulled out three daggers from his personal void where he kept weapons. Two he stuck to his back with Grace and the third he handed over to Jack. Jack’s was a blade designed to kill Demons while Spencer had one each that would kill Demons and Angels. Jack kept his blade in his hand but tilted it so that the blade was hidden by his arm.

Opening the door, Spencer wasn’t sure what he was going to see but he was shocked to see Aaron tied to a chair. He was beaten bloody. Spencer threw out an arm to keep Jack behind him. The Demon standing behind Aaron was smiling at him and holding a dagger to Aaron’s heart. It wasn’t one of theirs, thankfully but Spencer knew it. It was one of the Judial’s blades. He knew it because he had given him that one. Had it made special for his now dead best friend.

“Ah, Nuriel finally joins us. Don’t worry. I’m only here for you. I care not for your whelp.” The Demon’s smile widened and he cocked his head to try and look behind Spencer. Aaron was gagged with what looked like one of his scarves from the hall closet but still he tried to scream out something. The Demon cracked him on the back of the head with the dagger hilt. Jack jumped behind him and Spencer felt the flare of Grace. Jack was letting his Grace out to confuse the Demon. Jack really was too smart. If the Demon knew what Jack was, he’d kill him as well. “I’ll let Denei go and he can raise your Nephilim child but only if you come to me and let me bury a dagger in your heart. What’s the choice, Nuriel? You or your love and child?”

There was only a single answer to that and Spencer knew that. The look in Aaron’s eye told him that he knew the answer as well. Aaron fought at the bonds but something was keeping him caged. The dagger was right at his heart and any movement and Aaron would be dead.

“Not here. Not in front of my son. Please don’t let his last memory of me be of my death.”

“Agreed. I have there an Angelic binding necklace. Go ahead and slip that on. I know how you’ve thwarted those who had come after you before.” The Demon leaned over Aaron and ripped his shirt open and Spencer saw a binding necklace on him as well. Moving across the room, Spencer picked up the necklace that was on the coffee table. He slipped it on and shuddered at his bound Grace. He’d not seen one of those for millennia. Every single time that someone new came after them, they learned more. Whoever wanted him dead was powerful and old. “So where do you want to do this?”

“Basement. It’s sound proofed.”

The Demon nodded and waved for Spencer to go first. Spencer kept the Demon in his line of sight and moved to the door. The second he opened it, the Demon raised the dagger away from Aaron’s heart and cracked him as hard as he could over the head. Aaron slumped in the chair.

“Jack, take care of your dad please. Make me a promise you won’t come down the stairs.”

“I promise Papa.” Jack waited until the Demon stepped away from Aaron before he ran close. Aaron wasn’t responding but Spencer didn’t worry about that. He could feel his Grace fighting the necklace. The sigil work on it was shoddy at best and his Grace was used to fighting Denei. He let a smile grace his face before he hit the bottom of the stairs. He felt a flare of power and knew the Demon was blocking the door. The Demon was right behind him. He heard the stuttered footsteps when the Demon got a full look at the room. The smile on Spencer’s face turned downright feral.

“What the hell is this?”

Spencer turned to face him and saw him shudder. The Demon could feel every single thing that had ever happened in the room. The torture, the bloodshed, everything. He could also feel the love. Every single time he bled for Aaron and Denei it reinforced this room. To Spencer he felt safe in this room, to the Demon it felt horrible.

“Is this where he tortures his victims?”

“Yes and no. He does torture Demons down here but this room is so much more than that. The walls get hungry and he feeds them. See this is where the sigils on the house get their power. This is the room where Denei chains me up and makes me bleed. He carves pretty pictures in my skin and licks up the blood. I take it all, Demon and then I beg to be fucked. In fact just yesterday he had me on that table and cut me up so nicely. I screamed for more and then when he started to fuck me I begged for it.” Spencer could see that his words were throwing the Demon off his game. It was easy. God, he knew how to mess with Demons. All the while during his speech, he was pulling on the sigils in the room. The sigils had been laid with his own blood so that no matter what, he was safe in the room. The Demon didn’t know what was coming. Breaking the binding necklace wasn’t hard. His Grace had an harder time getting out of the cuffs that Aaron used on him.

Spencer smiled even wider and raised up his hands. The Demon jerked but then started to laugh when they came up empty.

“That necklace is old and has held Angels more powerful than you.”

“Oh, I know.” Spencer laughed and watched as the Demon moved to a fighting stance with a Demon Assassin blade in hand. He had come prepared to kill and Spencer was happy. “Denei and I have a very full sex life. It’s rare we come down here. Really only when My Demon needs my blood and carving me up in our bed isn’t the atmosphere he wants. It’s a toss up when we have sex who gets fucked and who’s the fucker. We like to play. Our favorite game is chase. I’ve gotten good at holding a Demon captive without hurting him. But all of that is through trial and error and for My Demon, a lot of pain.”

“I’m not scared of you. Denei had you broken.”

“I am continually astounded by the idiocy of Demons. If Denei wanted to break me, I would have been long gone.” A touch to his throat and his Grace flared out. The necklace shattered. The Demon’s eyes widened in shock and before he could do a thing, he was thrown backwards onto the table. He watched as eyes bugged out and the Demon figured out that he was well and truly trapped. There was no escape for him. “I can keep Denei here for hours, you…I’ll keep you until I have what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“The name of the Demon who twisted Judial and set him on the path to kill me. I want to know who holds your leash. And I’ll get it.” Spencer moved to a shelf at the back of the room and picked up a syringe. The Demon fought at the invisible bonds as he moved back closer to him. There was no mistaking what the bright purple solution was. It was kept on hand to keep Demons who attacked them down while they got all the information they needed. Spencer injected in the Demon’s thigh. It would keep the Demon from escaping his Host.

“Tell me the name and I’ll let you die a quick death.”

“You don’t have it in you to torture me. You are an Angel.”

“And I protect what is mine. You threatened my son and my love.”

“He’ll keep me in a cage in Hell for the rest of my life.”

“I can keep you here for just as long. Think about it, Demon. A quick death at my hands or torture for the rest of your pitiful existence?” Spencer wouldn’t let him leave and the Demon knew it. Whoever had sent him hadn’t thought he would fail. But the Demon knew of Jack and for the moment thought that Jack was his. It wouldn’t take long for someone to figure out that he was Aaron’s.

Spencer had seen Denei torture enough humans and Demons over the years that he knew what to do. He knew how to cause the most pain. He smiled down at the Demon and made his first cut.


Aaron came too with a heachache from Hell. He could hear words but he didn’t know who was saying them. He tried to remember what happened when it all came rushing back. The attack from behind. The power suppression necklace. Spencer agreeing to go down into the basement and let the Demon kill him to save him and Jack. He lurched to his feet, opening his eyes and seeing Jack sitting beside him. The boy jumped to his feet and tried to make Aaron sit but he knew he needed to get to the basement. He reached up for the necklace but found it gone. He looked at Jack and saw it lying on the floor broken.

“Stay back, Jack. Don’t come down. No matter what. You know what to do if we are killed.”


“Jack, if you are injured, Spencer will fucking kill me. Do as I ask.”

Jack nodded and stepped back. Aaron moved right to the door and found it warded but he broke those wards easily. He quietly opened the door and took a few steps down. The sight that greeted his eyes made him nearly fall down the rest of the stairs. There was blood dripping off the tilt table and the Demon was strapped down. He couldn’t see what Spencer was doing to him.


“Fuck. Please. Kill me.”

“Tell me who and I will.”

“Belial!” The Demon screamed and then slumped down on the table. Spencer stepped back and Aaron saw the dagger through his heart. His Angel had tortured and killed the Demon. HIS Angel had just tortured someone. It was the only thought in his mind. He lost his footing and his foot thumped on the stairs. Spencer spun with a new dagger in hand but when he saw that it was Aaron his face lit up. A wave of his hand and the blood was cleaned up from the table and floor. The body was gone and he was rushing at Aaron. Aaron only watched as Spencer’s bloody hands touched his face and chest. Checking for wounds and just checking him over. He could feel the slick blood on his face and it made him sick to his stomach.

“Aaron, you shouldn’t be down here. I took care of him. We are safe.”

“You…You killed him.”

“Yes. He saw Jack. I wasn’t going to let him get away. You need to go upstairs and relax.” Spencer looked up and Aaron couldn’t see what he was seeing. All he saw was blood. Blood on Spencer’s hands. Blood on his wings. His mind supplied images that it created. “Jack, take your father upstairs and make sure he showers and rests. I can feel a poison in his body. It’s not going to kill him but just watch him.”

“Sure.” Jack’s footsteps sounded and he let his son’s hands guide him up. He was pushed into the bathroom and he took a shower by rote. He barely remembered leaving the bathroom and laying down. He was in shock and he knew it but he was also so tired. He pulled the blanket up and kept his back to where Spencer’s pillow was. He wanted to smell nothing of his Angel.

Aaron’s dream started as soon as he fell asleep. He knew it was a dream because it was the little village that he had met Nuriel at so long ago. He tried to leave the village he didn’t want to see what was coming. Every time he made it to the edge of the village though he’d be back at the center. Nuriel was sitting on a rock, looking around. Giving in, Aaron took a step towards him. As if sensing him, Nuriel’s head shot up and he smiled. His eyes were black. Aaron stopped walking as the scene of the village behind Nuriel changed. It was the scene that Nuriel had shared with him years before. It was a group of Angels all talking. Nuriel was yelling at one of the Angels. There was no sound. Aaron watched as two of the Angels held Nuriel still as a third came up to him. Instead of casting him out though, giving him a chance at redemption, the third Angel ripped Nuriel’s wings from his body and then he was falling.

Jerking awake, Aaron sat up in bed. Spencer was curled beside him, hand on the bed where it had fallen when he sat up. He knew that the hands weren’t actually covered in blood but to his eyes they were. Jumping off the bed, Aaron ran for the bathroom and threw up. There was nothing in his stomach but still he kept just throwing up acid and bile. A hand on his back shocked him. He jerked out of the reach of Spencer’s outstretched hand.

The hurt look on Spencer’s face didn’t register as Aaron felt darkness all around his Angel. How had he not seen it before? How had he not seen how close Spencer was to losing his wings and falling? Aaron batted the hand that reached out for him again and when it came at him again, he reacted in a way he never had.

Aaron threw Spencer back away from him. Out the open bathroom door and into the wall on the far side of the room. He ignored the thud and the crack that Spencer made when he connected to the wall. The house shuddered. Next he used a nail to cut his palm and threw the blood on the open door and it slammed shut. Spencer would have to take his time in getting that open. If he broke it without a care, he’d break every single sigil on the house and then they would be vulnerable. As the door slammed shut again, he threw up again. There was nothing left in him to come up.

The banging on the door started and Aaron tried to yell out to get him to stop before he woke up Jack but nothing came out. The thudding of feet signaled that Jack had woken up.

“I heard a big thud and the house shook. What’s happening, Papa?” Jack asked, his voice loud even with the door between them.

“I don’t know. Aaron is throwing up.” Another bang on the door. “Aaron let me in! Don’t make me take the time to break these sigils!”

“You’re bleeding!” Jack yelled and Aaron winced. He’d hurt Spencer. He’d thrown him so hard that he’d injured him. Aaron shook his head to clear it. He couldn’t care about that right now. Spencer had been hurt by Demons and UnSubs more than what Aaron could have hurt him.

“My head cracked off the wall. Head wounds always bleed more.”

“But it’s…it’s not healing.” Jack sounded worried and Aaron slumped down onto the side of the bathtub. He really didn’t want to be hearing this.

“It is just really slowly. My entire skull shattered as well as a few ribs.”

Aaron tuned their words out. He knew what he needed to do and hearing what pain Spencer was in and what he’d done to him wasn’t going to help. Asmodeus had been right. It hadn’t been other Demons he needed to fear when it came to Nuriel, it was himself. Being around him had twisted him and if he stayed around him much longer, he’d be the reason that Spencer fell. He needed to get Spencer out of his life and now. The blood may have been on Spencer’s hands but it was because of him and he wasn’t going to let it destroy the Angel’s Grace. Standing, he moved to the sink to at least wash out his mouth.

“Jack, son. Go back to bed,” Aaron called loud enough for the two on the other side of the door to hear him.

“No!” Jack yelled back through the door. Aaron knew it would be a fight to get him to leave. Hushed voices carried through the door and he knew that Spencer was talking to him. Aaron leaned close to the door so that he could listen but all he heard was Jack’s feet traveling away.

“Jack’s gone back to his room. As far as bed, I can’t tell you whether he does or not. Aaron, please tell me what’s wrong? If it has to be with this door between us, so be it.”

Aaron owed Spencer more than that. He owed him a face to face talk. He reached down and opened the door, allowing his blood to burn off the door. Spencer was right there at the door and he jumped back when it opened. He took a few steps back and Aaron found that he couldn’t look him in the eye.

“I need you to go, Spencer. I can’t be around you right now.”

“Aaron, what happened? What’s wrong?” Spencer took a step closer but Aaron jerked out of his reach. He moved over towards the window, looking out onto the dead street.

“Loving me has changed you and I’m not sure I love who you are anymore. I fell in love with the sweet Angel who blushed when I hit on him, even though he knew I was a Demon.” Aaron finally was able to turn and look him in the eye. “That Angel is long gone. I don’t know who you are anymore, Spencer. The Angel I love would never have done what you did tonight. You are turning into something that I can’t love.”

“Aaron?” Spencer sounded heartbroken as his voice cracked. His hand reached out but he didn’t move closer. Aaron took a final look at him and then turned back to the window.

“You need to leave, Spencer. Just go to your apartment and just leave me alone. Forever.”

The soft whisper of feet was the only warning he had that Spencer was moving closer not away. He spun, grabbing the Angel by his shoulders. He felt his eyes turn and his power ignite. There was fear in the eyes staring at him. True fear for the first time ever. It didn’t give him any pleasure.

“LEAVE!” Aaron threw him back and he fell a few feet away. He briefly saw that he’d burned the Angel but he didn’t care. He stared and finally Spencer stood up and ran. Aaron heard the sound of Spencer grabbing things. It was ingrained in them even in their short time in these lives to always grab gun and credentials. He heard the safe door slam and then under a minute later, the front door.

Aaron knew that he needed to get control of himself. He needed to become Aaron Hotchner. Not Aaron, the host who he had taken over. Aaron Hotchner was the son of a man who regularly beat his son until the day that the son became big enough to hit back. Aaron Hotchner who was the Unit Chief for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. Who Morgan called a drill sergeant. Who JJ called a bully. Because if he was anyone else, he’d shatter into a million pieces that could never be put back together again.


Spencer barely remembered getting into his car and driving. He’d thrown his messenger bag which thankfully had his credentials in it into the passenger seat. His gun was dropped onto the seat after he’d slid into the car. He couldn’t break down now. He needed to get to safety and before that moment, safety had always been inside that house. In the arms of the Demon who’d just sent him away. Spencer could barely believe that Aaron had attacked him, twice. The phantom pains from his arms hurt as he drove but it was all in his head. He’d been fully healed on his arms before he’d even left the house.

Head and ribs had jumped up in healing as well given that being so scared of Aaron had caused his Grace to flare out in protective mode. It hadn’t done that in Denei’s presence since a thousand years after he was cast out of Heaven. He knew what he wanted and that he was going to be denied. He was tempted to not go to the apartment but it was safer. Belial was after him. He hadn’t even gotten to tell Aaron about Jack and he wasn’t going to text it. It wasn’t safe. It probably wasn’t safe to talk about it at the office.

Parking in his spot, he moved up the two flights of stairs easy and nodded at neighbors. Ms. Cavanaugh smiled at him. Key in hand he unlocked the door. Gun went into his safe. Messenger bag went to the floor by the couch. He didn’t have a go bag there though and he couldn’t rely on Aaron to think about that. Before sitting down he packed up a new one for himself. It was older clothes of his that lived at the apartment. This was where he brought Henry and stayed when Morgan and JJ wanted to hang out.

Spencer wasn’t looking forward to telling Morgan and JJ about this. There was no way they wouldn’t be able to tell that he was heart broken. It was hard to hide from profilers but he had for years. JJ was the first to figure it out. He’d let a few things slip while crying at her house over Emily’s death. Morgan had caught him out shopping for a present for Aaron not long after Emily came back to the team. They both respected that Spencer and his partner wanted privacy. Both made a point of asking about how things went between them.

After the new go-bag was packed, he set it just inside the door and plopped onto the couch. The clock on the wall chimed and Spencer looked to see that it was just nine o’clock. He sighed and slumped back, staring at the wall. He was numb. He couldn’t feel a single thing. It was the same feeling that he’d felt when he’d been cast out of Heaven. The same feeling that there was nothing around him. Only this time there was no Denei to help him. To love him. He wasn’t even sure that he had a son anymore. Jack loved him he knew that but Jack loved his father and there was the biological tie to him, there was no tie like that to Spencer. He had his Grace but would it be enough?

The room darkened, then became pitch black as there wasn’t a lot of lights that lit up the room from outside. Spencer didn’t notice when the sun started to rise again.

His phone chimed that he had a text and Spencer grabbed it up to check who it was. He saw a deluge of messages from Jack that he hadn’t heard but the one he had just heard was from Garcia. There was a case in San Francisco.

Grabbing his things, Spencer was out the door. He caught the bus that took him to the subway and from there he arrived at the BAU. He dropped his things on his desk and moved over to the coffee pot. He hoped that the warmth of it would warm him up because all he felt was cold.

“Morning, Pretty…” Morgan stopped talking and stepped even closer to him. Spencer managed a grim smile. “What’s wrong?”

“Is Hotch here yet?”

“No. Rossi said he’d be a little late. Something with Jack and a surprise visit in town.”

Spencer nodded. Jack had wanted to go to a birthday party today but he doubted he would. The texts he’d received were just asking where he was and what happened. He’d let Aaron answer that one because he wasn’t sure that he knew.

“Reid, what’s wrong?”

“I think my partner ended things last night.” Now that he’d said the words, it was hard to hold back the tears. Morgan looked shocked. “I…”

JJ walked into the bullpen and Morgan saw her. He waved her over at the same time that he took a hold of Spencer’s arm.

“JJ, make Reid a cup of coffee, please and bring it to my office. We three need to talk.”

Spencer went along because it was easier. He couldn’t tell them anywhere near the whole truth but he could tell enough. Morgan pushed him down into the chair while he leaned against the front of the desk. It was only a few seconds later that JJ entered with his cup full of coffee. Spencer reached out for it and she handed it over as the same time that she sat in the chair next to him, pulling it closer to him.


“My partner told me last night that I had changed and that he wasn’t sure he loved me anymore. He said the sweet guy he had fallen in love with is gone and that he doesn’t know who I am anymore. He said I am turning into someone that he can’t love and that I needed to leave our house and go back to my apartment. Forever.”

“You’d moved in with him?” JJ asked.

Spencer shrugged. “My lease is up in six months and I didn’t want to break it. I was happy paying my rent until I could move out. I…” Spencer looked up at them. “Have I changed that much?”

“Recently? No.” JJ leaned over and laid her head on his shoulder, pulling him close. “When you started to date him yes. You are more happy. You’d been kind of sad for a the last few years but then you met him. How can he not love you for being happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look, Kid. We can cover with Hotch. Say you caught a bug and I sent you home cause you looked like shit and you know, you kind of do. Did you get any sleep last night?”

“I wasn’t aware it was day until I got Garcia’s text. If I go home, I’m gonna go nuts. I need to focus on this case. I promise if it gets too much I’ll remove myself from the case.” Spencer knew he wasn’t going to. He needed to get a grip. He needed to show Aaron that he could survive this. Taking a deep breath, he took a sip of his coffee.

“When the case is done, why don’t you come over to my house. We’ll set up the guest room for you and well Henry would love to see you for a few days. We can stop by your apartment and get your things.”

“I’ll let you know when the case is done.”

A knock sounded on the door and Blake leaned her head in. She looked down at Spencer before looking back up at Morgan. “We are getting ready to start the briefing.”

“We’ll be right there. Hotch got in?”

“Everyone is here.”

Spencer drained his cup and held it up to show that he was going to get more. Morgan nodded and waved him out. JJ stayed with him, their arms linked. He basked in the warmth of the love she had for him. It helped to warm up the cold parts of himself.

Listening to the briefing, he made sure to never look at Aaron. It was like it had been back when he’d started with the BAU. Aaron had been fully into his part as Aaron Hotchner then. Devoted and loving husband. Stern Unit Chief. He didn’t look but he could feel. And what he felt from Aaron was nothing. Even Denei had never felt like that before. He’d meant it. He’d meant every single word that he said. Spencer took a deep breath and then exhaled. He let go of everything that was Nuriel and Spencer and became Spencer Reid. Awkward genius of the BAU.

The worry from JJ and Morgan over the course of the case was so palatable that Spencer could taste it in the air. They were all professional so neither of them confronted him until they were flying home after taking in Bryan Hughes. Of course the case had to have revolved around blood. To delay the inevitable, Spencer moved to get himself a cup of coffee. His Grace was the only thing keeping him up at that point. He hadn’t eaten since a late lunch with Jack on Saturday.

“What’s wrong with you and Reid?” Rossi asked, his voice carrying back into the kitchen area of the plane. Spencer had pulled the curtain but thought that they had seen him go in there.

“It’s personal, Dave and none of your business.”

“Then I didn’t hear Morgan and JJ talking about the fact that Reid’s partner broke up with him?”

“Dave,” Aaron warned. Spencer could imagine the look on his face.

“What happened, Aaron?”

“It’s none of your business. It’s personal between Reid and I.”

“Reid? How bad did you crush him, Aaron? The only time he’s looked at you when you two weren’t talking about the case, it looked like his heart was shattered.”

“He’s not who I thought he was.”

“He’s…what the hell are you talking about? You’ve been with him nine years. How the hell could he be not who you thought he was?”

“I’m done with this Dave.” The sound of the chair shifting and then loud footsteps trailed away. New footsteps came back.

“What’s wrong with Hotch?” Blake asked.

“I don’t know,” Rossi lied.

Spencer finished stirring his coffee and stepped out from behind the curtain. He briefly looked at Rossi and saw that the man was shocked to see him there. Spencer shook his head and Rossi nodded. He took his seat next to JJ and Morgan was across from them. Aaron was stretched across the couch, arm thrown over his eyes.

“Have you thought about it, Spence?” JJ asked.

“I just need a few days alone. I promise I’ll spend a day with Henry then.”

“You need anything, man you tell us. Night or day.”

Spencer nodded. He turned to look out the window across the jet. For the first time since he’d been cast out, Spencer was thinking of living his long life, alone. Still he picked up his phone and replied to Jack’s texts. He’d call when he was alone. He didn’t want to cry in front of the team and not in front of Aaron. Aaron didn’t deserve to see him that way.


Jack loved both of his parents. His Dad was hard but loved him above all else, except for Papa. He’d reluctantly gone back to school late Sunday evening after whatever fight they’d had. He had never seen them have a fight, not one where Papa left them. It had always been just hours and then the two of them were sickenly sweet to each other. It had always made Jack happy that they weren’t like other parents. They lived for each other but he was seeing now that it might not have been as good a thing as he thought. Jack hated being wrong.

Going to school at Dark Valley had been a rude awakening for Jack. He knew the lore the history of Demons but being just around his parents for the most part hadn’t prepared him for what the whole of the Demonic world was like. The other half Demons were fun. He found friends and enemies at the school. He wanted to come home because he missed his human friends and he missed his Dad and his Papa. The weekend before had proved that he needed to be there. Both of his parents were stubborn.

“Are you ready Jack?” Vass asked as he stood by the sigiled floor of their transport room. It would drop him in a room at the bus station. There was the regular group of kids waiting. There were seven kids who lived in the DC that went to Dark Valley with him.

“Yes.” Jack pulled his backpack strap closer and stepped into the center. He closed his eyes and waited for the familiar pull on his body. Seconds after the pull, he opened his eyes to the small room at the bus station.

“Jack?” Marissa asked as she paused at the opening to the station. She was a half Demon just like him. Her mother though was human and her Demonic father visited but it was just her and mother at home.


“I heard you the other night on the phone. I didn’t mean to but…if you want a ride, my brother is in town and he’s pretty cool, for a full human. I’m sure he can drive you…”

“Thank Marissa but I can actually do the teleportation thing. I know a nice place I can appear at Papa’s apartment.”

“He moved out then?”

“Dad forced him to.” Jack didn’t mind talking to Marissa about it. He was shocked when she hugged him close. Jack let himself take the warm feelings of grief from her. “I’m not going to let it stand though. I just need to see Dad to see how he is faring.”

“You have my cell number. Text if you need anything.”

“I promise.” Jack watched Marissa move out to where her brother was waiting for her. Jack though stepped back into the room and moved himself to the living room of the house. He was shocked at how dark it was. The curtains were pulled tight and no lights were on except for a faint glow coming from the top of the stairs to the second floor. Jack dropped his backpack underneath the coffee table and moved towards the light. He stayed silent. It was just after four. His Dad should still be at the office for at least three more hours. He hadn’t been coming home before seven all week. Bart was keeping an eye and texting him.

Jack peeked into the office and found his Dad sitting at the desk, working on what looked like a case file. He watched him for ten minutes before his Dad moved other than pen across paper and the flipping of pages. Arm reached for a something and then his head tipped back and he drained what looked like half a bottle of whiskey. That was a shock. Jack backed up out of the room and nearly ran into the library door. He reached behind to grasp the door knob but it wouldn’t turn.

Turning to face the door, Jack laid his hand on the center of the door and reached out. Papa had warded it to where only he could enter! When had he done that? Had he come by? Reaching out with his Grace, he let it briefly touch and the door clicked open. With a quick glance back at his Dad, Jack slipped inside. He stopped at the sight of there being little in the room. There had never been much furniture. Desk, chair, and couch but the chair and couch were gone. His memories of learning to read assaulted his mind. His Papa had taught him to read in that chair in the library reading book after book aloud to him and then when he was older, with him. He’d been reading by age three.

His Papa would never take that chair if he thought he was coming back. Jack ran to the book shelves where the boxes were. All gone. He dropped to the floor and stared. Papa had taken all his letters to his human mother. Grandma Diana never knew what her son was or her grandson but she loved them anyway. The books were still on the shelves but there were certain ones missing. Proust wasn’t on his shelf.

Jack raced from the room, not caring if his Dad heard him and turned the lights on as he went. He went to the small bookshelf in the living room and found some of the DVDs missing. He looked at the room. It was like his Papa had never lived here. He didn’t know if his Papa had come and got his things or his Dad had trashed them or just boxed them up. There were no pictures of Papa anywhere. Even the one of his Papa and Dad from the middle 1800s was gone.

The sound of feet on the stairs had him turning to see his Dad carrying an empty bottle of whiskey. He didn’t even see him. He went right for the kitchen, dropping the bottle in the trash as he passed. Another bottle was grabbed and he went back to the office. He’d seen his parents drink before. Papa liked wine with dinner and Dad like whiskey in the evenings but it was never more than a glass or two. Papa joked that he liked the taste but that it would take a whole vineyard to get him drunk. If Dad was walking to get his whiskey and not using his powers, that meant he was more than drunk. Grabbing his backpack, Jack moved up to his bedroom. He was going to stay in the library for the night. He’d talk to his Dad in the morning. He just needed a few things.

Jack knew that everything was affecting his Dad more than he let on but he needed to know what happened. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what happened to the Demon who had broken into the house. Papa had killed him and given the blood he’d seen on him, it seemed he tortured him as well. Jack had heard the name of the Demon being yelled. Belial was an old rival of his Dad’s and he knew the Demon would stop at nothing to kill his Papa, given what he knew they all wanted. What had freaked his Dad out so much that he’d thrown Papa out of his life? Was it the torture? It had thrown Jack but when it was all said and done, even after his Dad had attacked him, the Grace inside of Jack had called to the Grace in Spencer and there was no change.

Ever since he was little, he’d seen the darkness at the edge of his Papa’s Grace. He’d asked and Papa had answered that it had been there since he’d been cast from Heaven. He joked and said it was his Dad’s love, protecting him. Had his Dad seen that darkness for the first time and freaked out? He could tell his Dad was heartbroken but he was too prideful to go back to Papa. That was his one sin that he couldn’t ever get over. His Dad sinned all the time but pride, he couldn’t ever overcome it.

A chime on his phone made Jack jump. He jerked his phone from his pocket and it was a message from Papa. It told him to have a good weekend at school and to call if he needed anything. Two seconds later, another chime came. It was a second message telling him that he’d transferred another two hundred into his food account and four into his miscellaneous account. Neither account was exactly lacking in anything but Papa probably figured that Jack was going to be staying at the school. That wasn’t Jack’s plan though. He was going to visit his Dad until his Dad told him the truth. He texted back a thanks and told his Papa he loved him. Worry really set in when he got back a “You’re Welcome” but no mention of love.

Settling down with a book, Jack started to read and it wasn’t until it was full dark that he ate a quick dinner of a few slices of pizza from a local joint before he went back to the library and read more on the book.

The next morning he woke up when the sun started to shine right on his face. Jack jerked awake with a start, the book on his chest falling to the ground with a loud thud. He waited and listened but he heard nothing. Putting the book back, he braved leaving the library and found his Dad slumped at the desk in the office. Jack’s heart broke at the sight. He moved to the master bedroom and found it in perfect condition with the same bed clothes on it that had been on it last week. His Dad wasn’t sleeping in there.

Breakfast. Jack went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, eggs, bacon, and toast and worked on cleaning up the empty bottles of whiskey. He didn’t drink much coffee but at the moment, it reminded him of his Papa so he did. He drank it with just about as much sugar as Papa put in his. Dad used the tease the two of them on lazy Sunday mornings. Jack sighed as he took the first sip.

Jack was halfway through his breakfast when he heard his Dad making his way down the stairs. He listened for the second his Dad actually saw him.


“Morning. I made you some toast.” Jack tried not to smile even though he wasn’t happy. While his Dad felt like shit, he knew he didn’t have a hangover.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought you might like some company this weekend. It’s your first weekend alone. I know it can be rough.” Jack had made a plan as he’d read the night before. He needed to know exactly where his dad’s mind was at.

The glare that was leveled at him he hadn’t seen since he’d tried to play a practical joke on him just before he’d turned nine. It didn’t scare him then and it didn’t now. But what it did tell Jack was something he didn’t like. Reaching out he tried to touch his Dad’s Demonic aura. It was something new that Vass had taught him this week and he’d latched on with both hands.

His dad was shut down. He’d cut himself off from all emotions. Papa had called that persona Hotch. It was the person he became for work, the persona that he was sure was all that Papa had seen at work this week. He felt bad for the team. Dealing with Hotch the entire time and a broken Reid and not knowing how to fix Reid and not knowing that the true cause of the issue was just steps away hiding in his office.

“When did you get in?” His Dad sat down with a cup of black coffee and a plate of toast with a few pieces of bacon on it.

“Last night. I think you were on bottle number eleven. Papa once joked it would take a vineyard to get him drunk but I think that was a few wheat fields you put away last night.”


“Don’t what?” Jack asked. He took a few sips of his coffee while he stared at his Dad. He was going to make him talk about Papa even if it killed him.

“You know what, son.”

“I am not going to act like he never existed. You may have removed every single piece of him from the main part of the house but I can’t act like Papa never existed. Like he didn’t spend the last twelve years raising me. I have a heart.”

“Watch your tongue.”

Jack just raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know where this was going to but he was going to see it through. He knew that no matter what his Dad loved him and his Dad loved his Papa. He just had to get him over whatever it was.

“Why? You threw Papa into a wall. You’ve never done that. I cleaned up the blood the next morning. He played it down. If his Grace hadn’t healed him. If you’d thrown him much harder…Papa told me once about the fears you had and you’d proven them wrong. Up until that night. I watched him when he left the house. I saw the burns.”


“No. I’m not scared of you even though I should be. I thought before that you would never hurt Papa or I, not physically but you broke him that night. Your words broke his heart and your hands broke his body. I’m not going to stay around and wait for you to do it to me.” Jack started to sweat. This hadn’t been part of his plan but he could tell that his Dad had been drinking before he’d left the office. His Dad just stared at him. Jack drained his cup of coffee and stood up. He turned his back on his Dad and walked up the stairs.

It didn’t take long to pack up a bag with things he wanted. He walked back down the stairs with two bags thrown over his shoulder. He gripped the knob to the library door.

“Spencer warded that so I can’t…” His Dad stopped when the door opened and he walked in. Jack grabbed a few books and slipped them into the half empty bag. He grabbed another one. One of the last books that his Papa had given him as a present. He hadn’t gotten a chance to read it and hadn’t wanted to take it to school. Jack locked his eyes with his Dad as he stepped out into the hall.

“I’ll be at Papa’s apartment if you want to talk to him or I. I’m sure you remember how to get there.” Pulling the door shut, Jack disappeared from his Dad’s eyesight. He appeared in the small closet just off the hall. It was used to store the cleaning supplies for the second and third floor of the apartment building. Jack stepped out of the closet and felt the Grace wards bear down on him. He’d been to the apartment a few times, not in the last year. The wards were higher than he’d ever felt them. Higher than they had at the house.

It was a fight against the nature of his power to take those steps towards the door and knock. When he heard no noise he knocked again.

“Papa?” Jack called out and that got a reaction. Soft, socked feet padded towards the door. His Papa opened the door and Jack took in how miserable he looked. Dad looked bad but Papa. He’d never seen him look like that. Not when Aunt Emily had died.

“Jack, sweetie, what are you doing here?”

“I came home yesterday but Papa…Dad was drunk. It was four in the afternoon he stayed drinking all night. He never knew I was home. I don’t feel safe.”

“Jack, your Dad would never…” His Papa stopped at those words. Jack could fill in the blank. His Dad would never hurt him but they’d thought about Dad hurting Papa that way too. “Of course you can stay here. I just need…”

Jack smiled and reached out with his Grace. He found the edges of the wards and sneaked in them.

“You’ve gotten good at that.”

“I brought a few books. I grabbed clothes. I figure that one of these weekends I’ll slip back over while you two are on a case. How can you work with him?”

“It’s hard but I can’t be weak. Has he said anything?”

“No. I…Papa, I think I know what is though.”

“He’s afraid of me falling. I know what it is.” His Papa pulled him into the apartment and shut the door. “I know that it’s morning but I need space right now, Jack. I don’t mind you being here but I…”

“Go Papa. Go where you need to go. I’ll be safe. Only Angels can get past these wards and if Dad shows up, I can leave. I’m pretty good at teleporting myself.” Jack pulled him close and hugged his Papa.

The silence of the day was broken only by the the sound of pages turning in books, the fridge opening, and the discussion of lunch and dinner. For Jack it was normal. His Papa and him did it all the time. Usually it was in the library at the house. The air of sadness was everywhere but the normalcy of their actions helped.

Jack wasn’t blind. He saw how emotional his Papa was. He wasn’t sure how to fix him. He wasn’t sure how to fix any of this. It was just after sunset when Papa moved to the bedroom, bidding Jack a goodnight.

Divorce was something human kids went through and even though they weren’t married that was what this amounted to. It was something that had never crossed his mind. The fight over who got him over the weekends and on weeknights. He’d had so many friends at school whose parents divorced but even when he consoled friends, it hadn’t been something on his radar. Jack pulled on his power until the futon from his bedroom at the house appeared under the large window in the living room. He laid down, pulling a blanket over him. Papa was asleep in the bedroom of the apartment but he couldn’t make himself sleep on the couch. He knew that his Papa might end up there if he couldn’t sleep.

“Tomriel, I know that you don’t know me but please. I need you. Papa said that you were his best friend and that he’s seen you throughout the years. That you’ve never turned your back on him like the rest of Heaven has. I hope that between my soul and my Papa’s Grace that you will hear me.” Jack stared at the moon as he spoke. Prayer was something a half Demon should not be doing but he would do anything to save his Papa, even if it meant that his Dad and Papa never got back together. Even if it meant that Papa went back to Heaven. His Papa would come down and see him. His Papa loved him. “I don’t think that Papa is long for living in this world. He’s fading and I know that if he fades, he’ll die. I can see it in his wings. I don’t think he knows that I saw the wings but I did. I remember as a kid thinking that they were as white as the clouds but now they are grey and I don’t like it. Dad and Papa love each other so much and neither are going to live long without the other but I can’t get Dad to see it. I just need help. I’ll take care of Dad but I know how stubborn he is. I need help with Papa. I need him to live long enough for Dad to get his head on straight. Please Tomriel. Even if you don’t show yourself to me. Please help me. Save Papa from his broken heart.”

Jack rolled over and buried his head in the pillow he’d stolen from his parents bedroom. It smelled of his Papa. He let his tears fall and his grief to manifest for the first time. He was afraid that he was going to lose his parents and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He cried himself to sleep for the first time ever in his life. He never noticed the blanket fall off of him.

A man stepped from the shadows of the room and frowned down at the boy. He waved his hand and a blanket appeared on the boy, covering him up and tucking him in. “Such love from a half Demon. What is this Grace you speak of though?” The man stepped closer and touched the boy’s head. His eyes widened when a blinding white glow appeared around the boy. He looked around the room and his eyes narrowed when they took in the closed bedroom door.

“My word. Nuriel. Oh my brother.” The man crouched at the head of the boy and leaned over and kissed his head. “Sleep well my little nephew.”
The End

Next Part

The Scars of Love

Title: The Scars of Love
Series: Demon’s Angel #2 (Immortal Loves #4)
Fandom: Criminal Minds,
Year: Season 8 (Late 2012)
Category: Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Angels & Demons, Dark, Angel!Spencer, Demon!Hotch, Tattoo,
Ratings: NC-17
Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid,
Spoilers: Up through Season 8
Summary: After Spencer finally does what Aaron has been asking him for millennia, Spencer gets kidnapped on a case. There is a distinct smell of Demon to it and Aaron worries about getting him back before the Demon breaks his Angel in ways that even he can’t fix.
Words: 16,163
Notes: None
Warnings: Cutting, Blood Play, Handcuffs, BDSM, Biting, Scarification,
Beta: Charlie_Remington

Spencer sat in the dark in the living room of his and Aaron’s home. He was nervous. It was the first time in their long relationship that he was truly nervous at facing his love. His present for Aaron was sitting in his lap. His lover had been on edge for several months. It had taken two months for Spencer to fully figure out what was wrong with the Demon he loved. He was shocked that he hadn’t seen it before.

After a long night of submission, allowing Aaron to do whatever he wanted to him, including cutting his wings again. Aaron had been back to the same stressed out Demon that he had been before. That had never happened before. Then the little things had started to be seen as bigger than they were and Spencer had figured it out.

Finding what he needed hadn’t been hard. Spencer was good at finding things. The black leather cuffs were sitting in his lap, ready to be used. His Grace worked a lot different than the power that Aaron had within him. Yes, he had symbols he could use but his Grace responded better when it wasn’t trapped into symbols, unlike Aaron’s power. The cuffs that Aaron had bought for him years before were covered in sigils that Aaron turned on and off with his power.

Spencer didn’t want that kind of control with Aaron. He wouldn’t suppress his ability to heal. He didn’t need to bind down wings. There were other, better ways to keep a Demon trapped but those ways cause pain, pain that Aaron would never find pleasurable. He just hoped that Aaron didn’t fight it too much because unlike Aaron, Spencer didn’t like causing pain.

It always came back to that. Spencer hated to cause pain. Aaron and even Denei before that had understood. It had taken him a while but after the last time that he’d asked, Denei had never asked again. Spencer could remember that day like it was yesterday. His Angel self and human vessel had become one. He’d found himself more settled and happy and Denei had known it. Denei’s own host had long been gone. His soul ripped out by another demon and his body used for horrible purposes. When Denei had needed a body, it had been easy to slip into it and kill the man who had taken it’s soul. That body hadn’t lasted long though, just a thousand years. Spencer liked his current body better.

Denei had come to him one night while they had been traveling from what was now Russia to France. He’d begged for Spencer to cut him, to mark him, to make him bleed, and then fuck him. Spencer had balked at it and it had nearly caused him to leave for a short time. Denei had back tracked and never asked for it again, promised he’d never ask for it again. He’d still been too much Angel at that point. He could kill if he needed but torture? He could have never tortured then. Now?

He loves Aaron and that love, he’d do anything to make his Demon’s life happy. It was a Friday he’d left the office early, with Aaron’s permission. Aaron had known immediately that something was up but said nothing, allowing Spencer to leave. He’d picked up the cuffs and had gone home to prepare them. Three hours later, the cuffs were as ready as they could be. His hands were shaking but Spencer was resolute. He knew Aaron was on his way home so he was using that time to steel his nerves.

Jack was at school where he’d been for a few years. He had his weekend visits and summers off but Spencer was very happy he wasn’t home right now, he didn’t think he could do this with Jack in the house. It had been Jack’s idea to go away to boarding school to get a grip on his own demonic powers. It had been an uphill battle for Jack to get Aaron to agree to it. Spencer had tried to stay out of it. It was between the demon and the half demon but in the end, he’d stepped in after Aaron and Jack had done two weeks without speaking. In the end it had been Jack reacting to Spencer scaring him that had pushed Aaron to allow it. Spencer had healed up just fine but Jack had been horrified that his own power had reacted that badly to Spencer. Two months later, Jack had started at a fairly local demonic boarding school in North Carolina.

The key in the lock alerted Spencer that Aaron was home. He stood up and smiled as Aaron opened the door slowly, looking inside. Spencer’s car was outside so the door being locked and the lights off didn’t match with what Aaron knew should be.

“Spencer?” Aaron called out as he set his briefcase down and set his keys on the table. Using the light coming in from outside, Aaron looked down at the table. Spencer’s keys weren’t there. No, his keys were hiding in his messenger bag. “Must have taken the bus somewhere.”

The door was shut and Spencer waited for it. The click of the lightswitch and then nothing. No light came on in the small hallway. It clicked again and then a third time. That’s when he moved. A burst of his Grace easily blinded Aaron as another burst turned the lights on he’d been suppressing. Aaron was still right by the door and he felt the Grace touch him. The reaction was immediate, his eyes rolled back and became black but before he could do anything, Spencer spun him and shoved him into the wall, snapping the cuffs in place. As soon as the leather wrapped around his wrists, the Grace inside them locked the material down. Aaron tried to snap his hands out but the leather held.

“What the hell?” Aaron demanded and then his head cocked to the side and a smile graced his face. “And what does my Little Angel think he is doing? Let me go and I won’t hurt you. Much.” His hard voice sent shivers up Spencer’s back and it almost broke him. He felt himself start to harden. Why did he think he could do this? Spencer was at a loss. He had him trapped but now he was unsure. He had to try though.

“Brave words from a trapped Demon.” Spencer tried to make his voice as hard as it was when he interrogated UnSubs but he was afraid it fell flat. Spencer released the bit of Grace that was blinding his Demon.

“Trying to rile me up? Do you want it hard tonight? Fucked into the mattress to where all you can think of, feel is my cock up your ass? Let me go and we can get to that quicker.” Aaron jerked on the cuffs again and still, the leather braided rope between the two cuffs didn’t break. Spencer felt a surge of power from the trapped demon and it hardened him even farther. The feel of that power always did. It gave him the nerve to do what he needed to. Aaron had taken a step back from the wall but he hadn’t turned yet. Spencer placed his hands at his shoulders and shoved, Aaron thudded into the wall. The Demon turned his head to try and get a look at his Angel but Spencer stepped up close, dropping his hands from shoulders down to his hips.

Spencer almost never used his strength with Aaron, he never had to. Now he did. Grabbing harder at the hips, Spencer knew the Demon’s skin would bruise. Before Aaron could fight him more, Spencer pressed his body against his lover’s. There was no way that the Demon could miss his hardness pressing into him. The moan that came from the trapped demon’s mouth prompted Spencer to thrust into him. “Do you want to play, My Demon?”

“Spencer?” Aaron sounded shocked but Spencer didn’t say a word. Instead, he pulled on his Grace and when the white light that flared in his eyes cleared, they were in the basement. It wasn’t used often, Aaron prefered to fuck him in a bed, not against a wall but for tonight, Spencer wanted the coldness of this room. Aaron knew exactly where they were. Behind the both of them was the Saint Andrew’s cross and a tiltable table. Both had restraints. Spencer didn’t want to use them. No, he wanted Aaron against the wall. It was in the moment that Aaron stared at the wall that Spencer felt his entire body relax. He had a hold of the cuffs with one hand now, holding Aaron in place. There was just two feet between Aaron and the wall where the hook was for cuffs. The hook was made to withstand the power that emanated from the cuffs that were used on Spencer, the item should hold up to Aaron’s cuffs as well.

“You didn’t answer me! Do you want to play?” Spencer could see the side of Aaron’s face and he shivered when Aaron’s eyes closed and his face went slack.

“Yes. Oh, fuck yes!”

“Good.” A little bit of exertion of his will and one of the cuffs released and Aaron didn’t even try and fight him. Aaron knew how hard this was going to be on him. If he’d truly fought, Spencer wasn’t sure he could keep up the mentality needed. He was thankful that Aaron understood him so well. “Arms up.”

Aaron lifted his arms and the second they were close the second cuff snapped back onto his wrists. The hook was at the perfect height for Spencer but Aaron was only an inch shorter than him so it wasn’t going to be too uncomfortable for his demon. He wanted Aaron facing the wall for the moment. He wasn’t sure about being able to see Aaron’s eyes and being able to do what he needed to do. Aaron settled with his legs spread out as far as they could go.

Spencer moved to the table that was just at the edge of Aaron’s sight and picked up a dagger. The ones left down here all the time were nothing pretty, nothing spectacular. Aaron’s prized daggers and knives were kept in a small little void that he could call on no matter where he was. That was fine, Spencer didn’t care what he used. He wasn’t as possessive as Aaron and needed specific weapons to do what he wanted to do. Oh, he had chosen the blade he was going to use to cut him but to take off his suit…anything would do.

As Spencer neared him, Aaron closed his eyes again and his whole body shivered. He’d thought about using his Grace to remove Aaron’s clothes but the suit wasn’t one that Aaron favored so cutting it off him felt more natural. The tie though…his Demon was obsessed with his ties.

“This is the last choice you get to make tonight, Demon.” Spencer waited for Aaron to nod that he was listening. “Your clothes are coming off your body. Your tie, do you want to keep it?”

“Yes,” Aaron gasped. Spencer reached up and touched his neck, checking his pulse. Aaron was excited. Spencer smiled that he hadn’t really done anything yet and Aaron was already so aroused he was having trouble keeping his breathing even.

Spencer looked down and with a wave of his hands Aaron’s socks and shoes were gone. He wasn’t even going to attempt to cut those off. He pulled at the edge of the waistband of Aaron’s left hip. The belt cut like butter. Spencer listened to Aaron’s breathing. He wondered if this was what he sounded like when Aaron had him at his mercy. Another tug and the pants were far enough from the skin that he could slip the dagger down and make his cut. He kept the dagger away from Aaron’s skin and it wasn’t hard to bend to get to the bottom of the pant leg. Aaron’s eyes watched him stand back up. The only thing holding his pants up was his hand on the opposite hip. When he stood up from finishing the second leg, he gripped the fabric and pulled. Tossing the pants behind him, he reached with his hand that had the dagger and brushed his knuckles across Aaron’s cock. It was hard and burning hot.

Next came the suit coat. He started at the left sleeve and moved up stopping at the shoulder then he repeated the same thing on the other side. Pressing himself against Aaron’s back, he loosened the knot on the tie. When it was free, his Grace carried it to the bedroom. He finished the cuts at the shoulders and the coat fluttered to the floor. Smiling against Aaron’s shoulder, Spencer touched the dress shirt. He pressed down on Aaron’s body with his Grace and was rewarded with a gasp. All of the buttons on the front of the shirt popped off at the same time. He pulled backward on the collar and the shirt moved with the stitches at the seams of the arms coming undone.

“Please,” Aaron begged. He was down to his undershirt and boxers. Spencer was still fully dressed but he felt like he was wearing even less than him.

“Please what?”

“Do it already!” Aaron yelled. He jerked on the cuffs again but the hook and the cuffs held. Spencer smirked and let his hand with the dagger drift to just below Aaron’s boxers. “Please.”

Spencer made a shallow cut and Aaron just moaned. Spencer wasn’t easy with the rest of his clothes. He knew that he nicked and cut his Demon several times as he shredded the undershirt and nearly ripped the boxers off. He could see the small streaks of blood over Aaron’s sides and his legs. The Demon was breathing harder and Spencer knew that pitch. Aaron was close to coming. Spencer moved to the small table that was just a few feet away and grabbed the lube. As he moved back over, he slicked up his fingers and set the lube on the little shelf that was at eye height if Aaron looked that direction. Aaron liked to set things like the blades he would use and sometimes cock rings and plugs that he wanted to use up there for Spencer to stare at.

The first finger at his hole had Aaron jumping in shock. Spencer waited for him to settle down. He’d chose a good day to do it as Aaron had wanted to be fucked just the night before. He had the Demon panting by the time he was using three fingers to stretch him. The groan as his fingers slipped from his body had Spencer grinning, even though it couldn’t be seen. To give Aaron a minute, Spencer moved to the corner to wash his hands in the sink. There was a shower there as well. Aaron was watching him, he could feel the gaze on his back.

When he turned he started to remove his own clothes. Aaron’s eyes were half lidded in pleasure and so Spencer slowed down even more. The Demon craned his neck even more so he could see better but Spencer stepped over just enough to where he was only seen through the corner of his eyes. This part he could do. Strip off for his lover. There was no shame in being undressed in front of him. They’d been together for millennia.

A touch to the cuffs to check his Grace and Spencer smiled. Aaron was fighting them as a human. His own power could snap them easily. He didn’t want to be free. He laid a hand on Aaron’s shoulder and then leaned over, wrapping the other hand around to Aaron’s front. He pulled Aaron’s face up, tilting his eyes to look at what was above him. The Demon jerked in his arms and for a second Spencer thought he’d misjudged what Aaron needed. It took all of Spencer’s Grace to hold his Demon to him as he stared up at the dagger above him. It was one of Spencer’s own blades. A gift from a brother the day he’d taken over his charge as an Angel. It had the ability to unmake a Demon. Then Aaron settled and his body was shivering. It wasn’t in fear though, no it was pure pleasure. The dagger would burn as it cut him. It would sear his flesh if Spencer wanted. All it would take was for it to slip in between Aaron’s ribs and into his heart for him to die a true death. That balance between pain and pleasure. Life and death. It’s why Spencer had chosen it.

“Please,” Aaron begged again and Spencer lifted his hand and the dagger lowered into it.

“What’s your word?” Spencer whispered in his ear.


Spencer smiled at the word. His own word had changed after Aaron and Denei had become one. His old word had been Aaron. To utter would have ended what they were doing but considering that Denei wasn’t around anymore, not really, it wouldn’t work. So his word had changed to Hell. It wasn’t hard to understand why Aaron chose the word that he did.

The dagger slid down Aaron’s chest, Spencer keeping just enough pressure on it to let Aaron feel the point of the tip but not enough to make him hurt or bleed. Down farther he went. The flat of the blade slid down Aaron’s erection. It wasn’t hard to do it all by feel. Spencer knew the body in front of him better than he did his own. He know how to make him cry out in pleasure and scream in ecstasy. This was a new form of play. A new way to make Aaron happy.

When he reached thigh, Spencer turned his hand and the cutting edge lay on skin. Aaron was still on edge and he was sure the first cut was going to put him over it. A little more pressure and the dagger split skin. He didn’t move it more though. Aaron was sweating now, being on edge for so long.

Finally, after holding the dagger there for over a minute, Spencer drug it from front to back of the thigh. Aaron bucked when the cut was finished. He watched Aaron’s face as he came from the pain. He looked blissed out. When his cock was done and Aaron slumped, the cuffs the only thing holding him up, he looked at peace. Was that all he needed? Then Aaron turned and opened his eyes to look at him. Spencer could tell from his eyes that he needed more. Spencer looked down at the blood that had streaked his Demon’s leg from the cut before it healed. He was tempted to see if the blood tasted different than the blood that he regularly spilled but he wasn’t brave enough.

Instead, Spencer started a new cut on Aaron’s stomach. He could feel his own hardness brushing against Aaron’s ass and sides while he made cut after cut. He could feel the need from Aaron. It was so thick that he swore he could see it in the air. When he was confident that he could watch himself make the cuts, Spencer stepped back and prepared to make the first cut where his eyes would actually see it. Aaron was still lax in the cuffs, his knees bent slightly. If Spencer released him, he’d fall.

By the time that Spencer was getting too worked up himself, watching Aaron writhe in pleasure at the pain being inflicted on him, he was sure that he’d come the second he was inside of Aaron. The dagger was gone with a push of his will and he grabbed the lube. He slicked himself up but didn’t add anymore to his Demon. He knew he liked it sometimes when he was fucked by Aaron like that. He was sure Aaron wasn’t going to say no.

Gripping the base of his cock hard to help slow his orgasm, Spencer lined himself up and thrust. Aaron’s body went taut and his back bowed. Spencer worried he’d actually hurt him and stopped. It was the panting that told Spencer he wasn’t hurt, not really. He pulled back and thrust in again.

“Oh, please. Fuck me. Please Spencer. FUCK ME!” Aaron begged. Yelling out his need. The room shook slightly but Spencer just thrust back inside of him all the harder. He lost count of how many times he thrust inside of him. Aaron jerked on the cuffs and a near sob burst from his mouth and Spencer felt him clenching around him.

Spencer felt the surge of power that ripped out of Aaron’s body as he came, it left the Demon and entered him. He wasn’t sure what it meant. He could feel the battle of will between the cuffs and Aaron so he released the cuffs. The Demon spun around and grabbed Spencer’s face kissing it and pulling him close. He was backed across the room and they didn’t stop until Spencer felt the cool wall pressing against him. All he cared about was thrusting against Aaron’s body and chasing his own release. Hands on his hips stilled him and then when he stopped fighting the hands, one left and he felt a wet rag clean him up. He moaned. He knew exactly what that meant.

Aaron dropped to his knees and swallowed Spencer’s cock in one go. He grabbed onto the Demon’s head to hold him up. He loved fucking his Demon’s mouth and right now he was pretty sure he could get away with anything with him. He was barely holding on by a thread and when he felt a finger at his hole, he came. Legs unable to hold him up, Spencer dropped down into Aaron’s waiting arms. He wasn’t shocked that Aaron was hard again. No matter what, sucking off Spencer always got him hard again.

“My Little Angel.” Aaron nuzzled at his neck and Spencer leaned back into the wall. He was so tired but he knew exactly what his Demon would want to do. “Please, let me have you. I have to be inside of you. Please.”

“I’m yours, Aaron.” Spencer looped his arms around Aaron’s neck and braced himself as he was lifted up. Hands on his ass, Aaron waited for him to wrap his legs around his waist. It didn’t take too long before the nuzzling at his neck turned into kisses and then nips. Aaron was still on edge but it was different. There was something different about this whole thing. He could feel himself start to harden again and was thoroughly shocked. He wasn’t paying a bit of attention to his Demon and so he gasped when he felt two fingers enter him. The only thing keeping him up was Aaron’s body, pressing him into the wall. He was being prepped more than he was used to given how on edge Aaron was.

Spencer gasped as he was entered as he felt a charge wash over his skin. He didn’t know what it was but the twin gasp from Aaron told him that he felt it as well. It felt like the first time all over again. He felt ashamed as he got closer to coming with each thrust. He didn’t want to come too soon but there was no stopping it. Aaron was hitting his prostate with each thrust and the touch of lips on his skin was just pushing him ever closer.

“Aaron, I’m…” Spencer didn’t even get the words out before he came. Aaron thrust hard inside him and came as well. The shock of that had Spencer tipping his face down and he gave into an urge he’d never felt before. He opened his mouth wide and bit down on the Demon’s neck. Aaron’s hips jerked and Spencer’s gaze went white.

Spencer woke up slowly, feeling Aaron’s arm around him and water running down his body. He should be the one doing this. He should be holding Aaron and telling him how good he did.

“I love you, Spencer,” Aaron whispered on his skin. “Just relax. You fought yourself today and you are exhausted. You passed out on me and have been out for over an hour. When I felt you starting to wake up I brought us into here. Just let me take care of you.”

“Aaron…” Spencer got his legs more solid under himself and tried to stand on his own. He wasn’t steady enough for that, not yet.

“Shush. You don’t have to say anything. I know how hard this was on you. What it took to be able to hurt someone you love. You’ve only ever hurt when threatened. My Angel, you did exactly what I needed. I do this for you because you need it. Now let me take care of you, the way you took care of me.”

Spencer let his head drop back onto Aaron’s shoulder and just let himself ride on the feeling of love his Demon’s touch gave him. Snapping his eyes open, Spencer turned to look Aaron in the face.

“What is that?” Spencer asked as he reached up a hand to touch Aaron’s face. Aaron smiled and kissed his palm. The electrical like current was gone but a hum of happiness crested over his mind.

“I don’t know. I hoped you would know. It’s why I wasn’t worried so much when you were passed out. I got a whole battery of feelings of happiness, satiation, and sleepiness from you.”

“I…” Spencer knew exactly what it was but Aaron shouldn’t have been able to feel a thing from him. Before he was cast from Heaven, he’d felt this with his brothers. Casual touches were normal. Their feelings were worn on their Grace. Even when in vessels, a touch could tell more than asking. “I’ve not felt this since I was cast out. It’s how we reassure each other we are fine. I hadn’t felt it in so long, I forgot.”

“You aren’t making any sense.”

“When your two halves joined, you said my Grace submitted to you. Nothing changed then, not really but tonight…My Grace merged with you. Angels can know how each other are feeling with a gentle brush of Grace on Grace. When in vessels it’s skin on skin.”

“It’s not going to go away?”

“No, but it won’t be all the time. You have to want to know how I am feeling to get it.” Spencer reached out and touched Aaron’s face again, pulling back on his Grace. He felt nothing. Aaron’s eyes widened and he repeated the gesture. Spencer felt a pull and then he could feel an echo of his own feelings from Aaron. It was going to take getting used to.

“I like it. But we need to go to bed. Are you ready?” Aaron asked because it never went well when Aaron moved them places. Spencer’s Grace did it with no pain for Angel or Demon but there was always a burning tingle on Spencer’s skin when Aaron moved them from one place to another. Spencer nodded and then they were gone.

Aaron laid Spencer down in bed, the both of the them dried but still naked. After nights like that, Aaron always wanted to sleep naked, pressed against him. Spencer liked it so he never fought it, much. It was a small game of wills they played, even though Aaron was going to win every single time.

“I’m sorry it took…” Spencer stopped when Aaron covered his mouth with his hand.

“Shush, Little Bird, you are who you are and I never wanted you to do something that you truly felt you couldn’t. You wouldn’t be my Spencer anymore if I forced you to do it. We’ve both changed so much over our long life together. I’m sure that we will keep changing as we move through our forever.”

Spencer smiled and snuggled into Aaron’s side. His Demon was on his back and Spencer listened for the beat of his heart. It’s what lulled him off to sleep.


Aaron rolled onto his side, displacing Spencer’s arm from where it draped over his stomach. His Angel sighed and burrowed closer to him. It had been so long since he’d been able to let go like that. Truly let go. He’d known that something was up with Spencer for over a week and when his lover had asked to leave early, he hadn’t been able to say no.

When Aaron had come home to a dark house, he’d been worried. When Spencer’s keys weren’t on the table just inside the door, he hadn’t been as worried. Spencer used the bus as much as possible when home. His car was a last resort. Then he’d realized the lights were out. The flare of Grace was a shock as was the blindness that followed. He’d been ready for the first touch, ready for a fight. Then the hand that touched him filled him with love. He’d been shoved into the wall and he knew it was Spencer. The Grace pulled his arms back and then leather wrapped around his wrists. He’d almost laughed, he thought Spencer thought that his cuffs would work on him. Then he felt the cuffs just dripping Grace.

The only thought in Aaron’s mind was that Spencer was being naughty. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to provoke Aaron but they had played pretty rough recently and Spencer almost never wanted it again this close, not without a case bringing it out. Then uttered words from his sweet Angel changed his whole world. The second the cuffs has snapped around him, he’d been hard but those words, he’d almost come from them. In the end he was happy that he hadn’t because it had been a wonderful night.

Spencer’s hesitance was understandable. The last time Aaron had asked to be hurt by him, his Angel had freaked out. Aaron had promised never to ask again and he had meant it. It had taken weeks before Aaron could touch him when he wasn’t looking without him freaking out. That was enough for him. His small release with Foyet hadn’t lasted and he’d been in such need.

Aaron had wondered if Spencer was changing enough to do it three years before when the Angel had helped him kill Foyet after the man had stabbed him but he hadn’t asked. The killer had shocked him by waiting there at his apartment. The two of them kept up appearances with apartments but spent more of their nightly hours at their house. The feel of Foyet’s blade sinking into him had been glorious. The first stab had made him hard. The serial killer had been freaked but kept stabbing him. By the ninth and final stab, Aaron had been so high on pain and pleasure he’d come in his pants. That’s when Spencer had entered with a very late dinner. He’d never been so happy at the point that Jack had been at boarding school.

Foyet had been distracted by Spencer entering but had drawn his gun on Aaron to keep the Angel back. The serial killer looked back down at his prey to find him healed and smiling. He’d turned his eyes black and Foyet had jumped away from him. The man tried to run but between the Angel and the Demon, he’d been helpless.

George Foyet died in the basement of their house, bound to the tilt table. After three days, Aaron had started to get bored of the torture and had been preparing to finally kill him when Spencer had asked to do it. Aaron had asked for reasons. Spencer had given them. Foyet had tried to take what wasn’t his. Denei and Aaron were his. Aaron was sure that it was also the moment that his host self and demon self has started to fuse. To see what change he had done in an Angel.

Lips ghosting over his neck brought Aaron around of his musing and he looked down into Spencer’s wide awake eyes. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss willing lips. His Angel’s eyes were clear and bright. No lingering doubt on what he had done the night before.

“Morning,” Spencer said with a smile on his face.

“Good…” Aaron’s phone beeping interrupted him. Aaron leaned away to reach his phone. He opened it to a short text from Garcia as well as an email. A few seconds later, Spencer’s phone beeped to signal a text. “So much for a lazy weekend.”

“What do you know?” Spencer asked as he got up out of the bed and started getting dressed. Aaron watched him out of the corner of his eye as he read through the summary email.

“Eighteen dead. Few details, she’s still getting all the information from MPD. She said she’ll have it ready by the time we make it into the office.” Aaron looked up to see Spencer tying his tie. There was no way that he’d gotten dressed that quickly without a little help. Aaron stood up from the bed and pulled his own power. His favorite suit appeared on his body. Their go bags were still packed and in the trunk of Aaron’s car. Aaron just had to grab his briefcase and they would be ready to go. Coffee was waiting when they got into the kitchen. Spencer tossed him a breakfast bar and one for himself. Cases that started out this way were rarely good. Eighteen dead and little information? Never good.

The team arrived at almost the same time, riding the same elevator car up. Garcia had said to pack bags but the case was from MPD. Aaron didn’t understand. Garcia was sitting in the round table room waiting for them all. The TV was off.

“Hello my doves. Last Sunday morning MPD found six dead bodies in an alley near DuPont Circle.” The analyst pointed at the files in front of them. All paper. That wasn’t good. “Now the MPD thought it was gang related so they never reached out to anyone on the Federal level until the case was leaked out last night. It only took hours for it to go national. That’s when Seattle and Vegas police chiefs reached out to MPD. Vegas had six dead in the same manner the Sunday before and Seattle the Sunday before that.”

“Exactly the same?” Spencer asked as he looked at the pictures in his file. Aaron hadn’t gotten past the first page yet.

“Yes. Details that were kept quiet and not released to the public at all in those cities were exactly the same here.”

“Will’s been working a case all week, not said much. Is this it?” JJ asked, looking up from her file for the first time.

“Yes. He faxed everything over this morning. He is having Seattle and Vegas just send everything over to me. I’ll have it all on tablets as soon as I can. I figured it would be better to have agents in the air to the first two scenes than wait for the files.”

“Good call Garcia. It’s Saturday morning, if this UnSub is striking again it’s in under twenty four hours. Dave, Morgan go to Seattle. Blake, Reid Vegas. Reid, one of the pairs is going to need to fly commercial. Find out which grouping gets both to the cities quicker. Or if the jet can do both…”

“I understand,” Reid interrupted but his small smile told Aaron that he did understand.

“JJ and I will take the local case. Run everything found through Garcia.”

When Aaron stood up, everyone else followed. Spencer went right for his desk, bringing up an Internet browser at the same time he picked up his phone. With only a hand on his shoulders, Aaron moved passed him and into his office to gather his things to head out. JJ met him at the elevators.


Will met them at the crime scene, which had been taped off as the crime was still active. There wasn’t much to be learned from an evidence standpoint but learning more about the UnSub, there was a lot that could be learned. When Aaron stepped under the crime scene tape, he shuddered. He pulled his phone out as quick as he could and typed out a message to Spencer. It was a bit of code that to anyone else would be a friend telling another to be safe but to them, it was meant that there was the possibility that what they were doing was Demonic. Spencer replied back quickly. He was hopefully on the Jet or on the way to it by now. He’d figured out that the pilot could get him and Blake to Vegas around the same time as a commercial flight but even side tracking to Vegas, Morgan and Dave would get to Seattle an hour earlier. So the Jet was going to stay in Seattle to wait on them to come back.

Whoever their UnSub was, he or she was steeped in the Demonic arts. Whether it was a Demon or someone making a sacrifice but he wasn’t sure. He didn’t like not being around Spencer but at least his Angel was safe on his way to the other side of the country, away from the newest scene.

The locations of the case couldn’t be pushed aside. Aaron had spent a few years at the FBI office in Seattle. Spencer had grown up as Spencer Reid in Vegas. They were both now in the DC area. It wasn’t enough to even broach the subject with the team but he needed to keep an eye. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to Spencer about the location but he was sure the Angel had put the pieces together.

It had been over a millennia since anyone had tried to find Denei. He hoped another Demon wasn’t after him and trying to draw him out. Yes, he’d spent a lot of time in Vegas but enough to track him there like that? No. Before last night, he could have one hundred percent predicted what Spencer would do to someone who tried to harm him but now he wasn’t so sure. His Angel was so changed and he hadn’t figured out if it was all good yet.

“Hotch, the bodies,” JJ said as she handed over a picture. The bodies were stripped down to skin and laid in a circles. They were alternated. Three men with heads in the center and three women with feet in the center. What JJ was talking about was the massive mutilation. There wasn’t a single inch of skin that wasn’t cut. Whoever had done this was an artist. Aaron hadn’t tried to play like that in over three centuries. He almost hoped it was a human. He could pull their memories from their mind and relieve the torture.

“The ME reports that the victims were dead and drained of blood before the mutilation was started,” Will said from beside him. Will was looking a little peaked. Aaron was thankful that his persona of Aaron Hotchner was very stoic. This was a walk in the park compared to what he’d done in Hell and what he’d done himself to his own victims over the millennia he’d been alive. Only an iron will stopped him from getting hard at the mutilation in the photos. “We all thought it was gang related. This is a regular haunt for a small gang in the area and the victims are all members. When Vegas and then Seattle called, I put in the request for the BAU to come. I know it became a Federal case in that instance but…this has BAU written all over it. I’m happy to hand it over.”

“Why?” Aaron asked. Locals almost never wanted to have help on cases and always hated to hand them over.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to find this bastard but there is no evidence. No stray hairs, fibers, hell Hotch, there isn’t even a hair from any of the victims on each other. The ME says the blade used is shaped like a dagger but thinner than anything he’s ever seen.”

“How thin?” JJ asked. She was looking at their sparse file. It matched the files that Garcia had sent over on their tablets. Aaron didn’t like that. Three weeks since the first set in Seattle and they had nothing more than MPD had. It was looking more and more like it was a Demon but the question remained. Why?


At ten local time, Aaron was in the round table room with Garcia and JJ. The TV screen was split in half. One side had Dave with Morgan over his shoulder displayed and the other was Blake. All that was visible of Spencer was his knee. He was sitting on the desk she was using.

“We have a lead on the blade,” Blake said. Aaron resisted the urge to cock an eyebrow. Spencer Reid was smart but how had his Angel slipped his knowledge of the blade past Blake?

“What do you have?”

“One of the officers here has a brother who is a blacksmith. Travels to Renaissance Faires. It’s a very thin blade, just like the MEs have stated but there is no way it’s used as a cutting tool outside of ceremonies. It wouldn’t be a good method of killing, too easy to snap. Wounds from the blade would bleed a great deal.”

“The blade is very similar to a stiletto or a misericorde. But those are intended as a stabbing tool, instead this blade is made for cutting. Only the first inch of the blade is used in the crimes so it’s unknown if this particular blade is that thin all the way down.” Spencer’s knee moved but he didn’t appear in the frame.

“How can you be so sure?” Morgan asked.

“The blacksmith gave his brother permission to let me borrow his books. I went with Officer Lutz to his brother’s house as it saved time. I read all his books on blacksmithing as well as blades. The stiletto and misericorde are the closest. The brother is also on vacation in Hawai’i and has been for two weeks.”

Aaron looked at his phone when it pinged. Your kind.

Agree Aaron sent back. He had settled on that with looking at the bodies at the ME in DC. There was a Demon out there on a mission of some kind and he and Spencer needed to figure it out soon.

“Do you think you can learn anymore at the scenes?”

“No,” Morgan and Spencer answered at the same time. Blake and Dave nodded their agreement.

“Okay. Stay in your cities. We have no way of figuring out where the UnSub will strike next, if he does. We all might as well stay put. If no new bodies have popped up by noon, Seattle time, I’ll recall everyone. For now work on a profile. We can all compare in the morning.”

The four over the webcams said their goodbyes and then Aaron sent JJ and Garcia home. There wasn’t anything they could do. A good night’s sleep would do well given that once the next days bodies were found, they were all going to be busy. When he was sure that they women were gone, he moved to his own office, shutting the door and closing the blinds. Now all he had to do was wait. He opened the file with pictures on his tablet and looked at them. The mutilation was nothing he’d ever seen before. It matched no Demon that he had seen the work of.

“Demonic assassination blade, meant to kill an Angel,” Spencer said as he appeared in the chair across from him. Aaron closed his file and looked up, nodding. “We haven’t seen one in two thousand and fifty two years, one hundred and ninety days, and four hours.”

“What else did you get from the scene in Vegas?”

“Just as much as you. Demonic feeling but no way to trace whoever did it. Whoever it is, they are very smart. Interesting choice of cities…”

“I thought the same. We are dealing with a Demon who may or may not be after me or you or even the both of us. I just hope they leave the final acts for private. I like what we have here and I don’t relish the thought of having to wipe memories and leave.”

“We can’t control this UnSub or predict him or her, Aaron. We just have to take a lot of precautions. Whoever they are, they know what they are doing. We’ll just keep our guard up. Get some rest. Blake’s getting us checked into a hotel, I slipped off to the bathroom. If I’m gone much longer, she’ll notice. Be safe. Demon means you can be killed. We don’t know how an exorcism will work now that Denei and Aaron are one. It could kill you instead of just removing you.” Spencer stared at him just long enough for Aaron to be a little worried but he nodded. The Angel stood up from his chair and moved around the desk to sit in front of Aaron, legs on either side of him. Aaron leaned forward to kiss him and kissed him desperately. He tried to keep a reaction down and right when he couldn’t anymore, Spencer pulled back. “If you get hurt, I can’t promise what I’ll do.”

Aaron shivered and then Spencer was gone, his Grace washing over the Demon’s body. He leaned back in his chair. This case was going to end badly and he knew it. He hated hunting Angels and Demons. He’d rather they all stayed away from him and what was his.


It was late and Aaron was tired. It was after midnight and Spencer was finally on his way home. It had been over a week since the BAU team had been called in on what was shaping up to be a Demon on a killing spree. There had been no more dead found but that didn’t mean anything. The first three had been in major cities but if a smaller city had been the target this time, it could be a weeks before the LEOs went to higher up for help.

Spencer had been researching the mutilation of the bodies for the last three days. The team had been office bound working on files and just anything while waiting for more bodies. Strauss didn’t like it but with the now nation wide coverage on the story, Aaron wanted to be able to say that there was a dedicated FBI team on the case. Aaron’s own investigation into the murders turned up nothing but he had feelers out. Other Demons he was on good speaking terms with.

The ring of his cell phone drew his gaze over to it. He wouldn’t even be thinking of answering except it was a ringtone for a programmed number, one of many police stations. Holding out his hand, Aaron summoned the phone to his hand and saw that it was MPD.


“Hotch, did Spencer go to get Chinese food from the late open one?” Will asked over the phone. Aaron was on his feet in just a few seconds.

“Yes, he left the office late and was grabbing some dinner for himself. Why?” The whole team was checking in when they left work and when they got home, just to be safe. Spencer wasn’t late yet.

“One of the workers there watched him get abducted. Tried to help and got a pretty nasty concussion from it. He knew that the owner of the car was a Federal Agent so the officer ran the plate. I heard the call over dispatch. I told them to secure the scene.”

“Can you get a hold of JJ? I’ll call Garcia and she can round up the rest of the team. Description?”

“A very vague one. It happened after his head injury but he swears they were there one second and gone the next. The kidnapper was shorter than Spencer but of a larger build. No clue on skin tone other than not black. Hair color was dark but it could have been the light and the worker admitted it.”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Aaron didn’t even change he just grabbed his keys and jumped into his car. He knew exactly which Chinese restaurant that Spencer had gone to. It was the only one open this late that he even liked the food of. It wasn’t hard to see that he was right when he pulled to find the restaurant crawling with cops. Will was getting out of his car across the scene and waved.

It was a mass of chaos. Aaron was happy when the CSU unit for MPD arrived because it meant that he could have a little peace while the scene was gone over. As soon as he’d got near Spencer’s car, he’d felt it. The same powerful signature from the dump site of the last six victims in their case. It was Sunday.

“HOTCH!” Will yelled from across the parking lot. It was the direction that the worker had said Spencer and his victim had been moving. Aaron jogged over to where Will was standing with a CSU tech. A bloody dagger was stuck in the ground. The blood was fresh. Aaron had gloves on so he quickly grabbed the dagger and pulled. The end tapered to very thin, it was lucky it hadn’t snapped off. It was the murder weapon or a weapon very close to it. And he knew exactly what it was.

“I’ll have the techs at the FBI look at this. I need an evidence bag. We have all the DNA for the victims and Reid on file.” Aaron waited for the bag to be brought up and dropped the dagger in. It was exactly what he and Spencer thought it was. Demon assassin blade. Fuck. That pretty much told him that if he didn’t find Spencer soon, the Demon was going to kill him. As soon as he got a new blade. The sound of squealing tires had Aaron looking up. Morgan, JJ, Rossi, and Blake were getting out of an SUV.

“Hotch?” Morgan asked as he got close.

“Kidnapper dropped the suspected murder weapon. It fits what Reid drew up with the MEs input. I want is run through every single test out there.”

“Those markings,” Blake said as she reached out for the bag. Aaron handed it over. “Look like what a lot of demon worshiping cults mark their items with.”

“I know. Reid’s been working non stop on the mutilations on the bodies, trying to fit it all together. Was anybody at the office with him?”

“I was. Kid didn’t act like he’d come across anything big.”

“Where’s Garcia?” Aaron asked. If the Demon was looking for new victims, he wanted to make sure that none of the rest of his team was next.

“At the office. Morgan escorted her in before we went to pick up Blake and JJ. I already went there. Strauss is alerting all BAU agents to not go anywhere alone for the time being.” Dave’s face was hard.

“I’m letting MPD process the scene as they were on their way but MPD is more than willing to let us work this case. Federal Agent taken while working on a local case and the suspected murder weapon is found at the scene.”

“So are we lumping kidnapping and murder in the same basket?” Morgan asked.


Aaron wanted to go out and hunt the Demon but he was as lost as the humans around him. He’d been searching out Spencer since the moment he’d got the call and nothing. He couldn’t feel his Angel anywhere. He’d have to wait for the Demon to make a mistake or for Spencer to figure out how to tell him where he was. He wanted to rip the Demon out of his host and let Spencer rip him apart atom from atom. Spencer was his.


Aaron was asleep on his couch in his office, taking his nap while the others worked when he felt it. A small slither of Spencer’s Grace, reaching out to him. All he had to do was follow it but there was no way to do that. Oh, he could do it but he’d never be able to explain how Spencer got free. He had to be very careful. Dave was watching him like a hawk. He pushed back at the Grace and felt that Spencer wasn’t scared. He was worried but not scared. There was something where he was that was worrying him. He stayed laying down on the couch. Sleep was something that he didn’t need as much as the humans did.

In fact, he and Spencer usually only slept about four hours a night. It wasn’t hard to fake it when rooming with others when they had to share rooms on cases. He’d perfected it in his long years of being on Earth. Going to sleep just before them and no one questioned someone being awake before them. Of course, when they had cases where everyone was rooming in different rooms, Spencer rarely spent his night alone. Neither of them liked sleeping alone. His Angel had called them codependent once as a joke but more and more Aaron didn’t wonder if it was true.

The fact that Spencer had been taken on a Sunday, hadn’t slipped passed the team. Aaron was now worried that Spencer had been the target the entire time. He’d been in Vegas the Sunday before and out of the Demon’s reach but this time he’d been alone and in DC. Aaron had already started to pull on his power, searching. He’d find Spencer and then if need be, the Demon UnSub would disappear like Foyet and Spencer could fake an escape.

Spencer had just a few hours to do something on his own.

Everyone was gathered in the round table room when his phone rang. He looked down at the number and didn’t recognize it. He looked at Garcia and nodded. She started the trace.

“Hotchner.” Aaron clicked it over to speaker as soon as he’d answered it.

Hotch!” Spencer gasped.

“Reid! Where are you?”

I don’t know. I’m in a basement and there are no windows. The door is locked with a padlock and the UnSub swallowed the key.

“Where is the UnSub?”

Dead. He locked me in with handcuffs. I’d been able to get the bobby pin from my pants before he’d…I’m naked.” Spencer sounded freaked out and Aaron didn’t like it. “He started to cut me like he did the other victims and so he needed a full canvas as he called it. I picked the cuffs and overpowered him. While fighting for the dagger, I slit his throat. I’m covered in his blood and it got into my cuts. Has Garcia traced this yet? I…I don’t want to be here anymore.

Aaron looked at Garcia who nodded.

“All right we have the address. The team and I will be there as soon as possible. Do you still have your gym bag in the lockers?”

Yes. This cell phone is about to die so if we get cut off, don’t freak out.

“Reid, just settle down. We are all moving now.” Aaron looked at Dave who had his cell phone out and was calling in a tactical team, just in case. Everyone else was checking their guns as they filed out of the room. Aaron kept his phone in his hand.

“Hotch, take him off speaker,” JJ said as she punched the button to start the elevator on it’s trip to them. Aaron nodded and turned that function off. He let his phone rest against his ear as the doors opened. Morgan motioned at the stairs and up. He was going to go get the bag. Aaron nodded.

Am I off speaker?


I’m doing fine, Aaron. I just…really freaked out. He drugged me with Angel’s Trumpet. It didn’t react like it should have. I…I can feel it’s effects. I could only pull on my Grace enough to send that out. Please tell me you are on the way.

Aaron took the passenger seat in the SUV that Dave was driving and Blake was popping into the back of the vehicle. JJ was in the driver’s seat of the second one, waiting on Morgan. The agent came out of the stairwell at a run, Spencer’s bag thrown over his shoulder. He jumped in the passenger seat and off they were. Dave had already programed the GPS.

“We are on our way, Reid. Just hang on.”

Aaron.” The phone on the other end cut out and Aaron looked at his phone. The call had been dropped. Spencer’s phone had died. Aaron looked at Dave and the other man pressed on the gas harder. The sirens and lights were already going.

The tactical team was minutes behind them but the medics were there before them but waiting to be given the all clear to go in. Aaron stepped out of the SUV strapping his vest on. The rest of the team followed doing the same. Spencer said the UnSub was dead but there was no proof he was alone in there. The basement door would have to be broke into but first they had to clear the house. Aaron couldn’t feel anyone alive inside the house other than Spencer but he needed to be sure.

Morgan and Dave took the back entrance while Aaron, JJ, and Blake took the front. The girls went right up the stairs the second they breached the house and Aaron cleared the living room while Morgan and Dave cleared the dining room and kitchen. When two voices yelled clear from the upstairs, Aaron moved to the basement door, in the small hallway between kitchen and living room. Finally calmed down, he felt it. He felt what had Spencer so worried. He knocked on the door.

“Hotch?” Spencer called out from just on the other side.

“Reid, stand back. We are going to need to break it down.” Aaron wanted to get to him and touch him, reassure him that his Angel was fine.

“Did you bring me clothes?”

“Yes. I have your gym bag.”

Thuds sounded down the stairs and the tactical team brought in the battering ram. It took two hits for the door to open and when it did the smell of blood was strong. Spencer was at the bottom of the stairs, peeking around the railing, barely in sight.

“Throw down my bag please.”

“The medics need to look at you first, Reid.”

“I am putting on a pair of underwear. I have no cuts or anything in that area so send down the boxers or I am going streaking.” Those words should have never come from his mouth. The Angel’s Trumpet was bothering him more than they both thought. Spencer should have been a drooling wonder on the floor though with any amount of Angel’s Trumpet in his system.

Morgan was looking at Aaron with a pure shock on his face but the man took possession of the bag when JJ handed it over and dug through to find a pair of boxers. Aaron grabbed them as soon as Morgan pulled them out and had started down the stairs. Spencer grabbed the underwear as soon as he was in range. Aaron looked around and found the UnSub. His throat was slit like Spencer said but that shouldn’t have killed him. Then he saw the syringe on the ground next to the body. Spencer had killed him with the dose of Angel’s Trumpet that was meant for him. His feel of the house wasn’t wrong, it had been an Angel that had killed eighteen people.

A gasp from behind told Aaron that the team had come down the stairs. He looked up from the body to JJ, who had gasped. He mentally got rid of the syringe before anyone saw it. She was looking at the wall behind the body. Written in blood was two words over and over again. Nuriel and Denei. Spencer’s eyes were locked on him and he could feel it, even though he couldn’t see his Angel. The UnSub Angel had been after them. Someone out there wanted at least Spencer dead.

“Who are Nuriel and Denei?” Morgan asked, looking at Spencer.

“Those two names are ones I haven’t heard in a very long time,” Dave said as he stepped off the bottom stair to look at the wall. His eyes were wide and he looked at Spencer. The Angel wasn’t speaking up. “Nuriel is an Angel of the Lord. Denei was one of Lucifer’s right hand Demons. Nuriel came to Earth to learn from the humans and while he was there he met Denei. The story tells of how Denei seduced Nuriel into loving him and the Angel was cast from Heaven for loving a Demon. I’ve never heard more of their story than that. My mother taught me the lesson to try and teach me about falling in love with the wrong person. I always thought the lesson should have ended with Nuriel either turning or Denei killing him. It would have taught a better lesson then.”

“Why do I get the ones that think they are Angels of the Lord?” Spencer asked, his eyes were wide and he looked frightened. No one laughed. Dave and Blake looked confused but now was not the time to bring up the Angelic Vessel Tobias Hankel and his Angel who thought he was Raphael. That was the last time that anyone had tried to take Spencer away from him. To turn him back to his true Angelic self.

“Spencer, is that…” Blake pointed at the words.

“My blood. Yes.” Spencer showed them the cut that ran down the inside of his arm. “I woke to him draining it. Once he had written the words, he started to cut on me. I know I need to get to the hospital. I got the UnSub’s blood in my cuts so can we please get the pictures over with?”

Morgan nodded and all but ran up the stairs to get the CSU unit, hopefully they had gotten there. The others took another look and moved up the stairs. Aaron stayed with Spencer.

“Who was he?” Aaron asked after several minutes of silence. It was strange for Spencer to be quiet.

“He said his name was Judial.”

The sound of feet on the stairs drew Aaron’s attention from his strangely silent Angel. Judial had been a friend to Nuriel before his fall. For him to have done this to him, he had to have gone insane. Spencer let the CSU team take picture after picture of his wounds. The bruises on his face, Aaron could ignore. UnSubs had marked him like that before. He didn’t like it but he could ignore it but the cuts on his body made Aaron furious. Spencer was his, his to cut, his to make bleed. Not some insane Angel who thought that he could take him away. Aaron wished he’d just gone to Spencer as soon as he’d known he was taken. He could have. It would have blown their cover as FBI agents but Spencer wouldn’t be wearing someone else’s cuts.

When CSU was done, Morgan offered to ride with him to the hospital. Aaron wanted to go with him but he knew that he needed to stay. Spencer needed him to stay and make sure their lives were not blown wide by the insaness of an Angel.


Aaron was shocked when he saw Morgan at Spencer’s desk in the bullpen. Then he saw his lover pacing in the round table room. He was dressed in a pair of scrub pants and a very loose FBI shirt. Aaron knew it was his shirt.

“Hotch, Reid found a shirt of yours in his bag. Said it must have fallen inside. The hospital didn’t want him wearing anything that would catch on his wounds. They glued all the cuts shut. He doesn’t want to go home right now.”

“I’m not shocked.What did he give as his statement?”

“The man who he only knows as Judial thought he was Nuriel. He also thought that you were Denei and that Jack is a spawn of Hell. Reid’s worried about Jack at school. So he may want you to call him and make sure he’s fine.” Morgan looked like he didn’t believe a word of it. Oh he believed that the UnSub believed it but that Spencer and Aaron were an Angel and a Demon, no.

“A Demon?” Aaron asked as a rare smile graced his face.

“Reid laughed when he told me. That could have been shock though. I typed it all up, it’s on your desk.”

Quick steps alerted Aaron that Spencer had spotted him. Aaron nodded towards his office and Spencer moved there. Aaron told Morgan the status of the crime scene as well as what had been found inside the house. IDs for all the victims as well as their clothes had been found in an upstairs bedroom. It was a pretty open and shut case now. Once Aaron got his report typed up, he’d be able to take Spencer home where they could calm down. He’d call and talk to Jack once the boy was out of classes for the day.

The second file on his desk wasn’t a shock, Spencer always did his reports about cases fast and since most of his was just his view point of it all, it would have been even easier. Aaron shut the door behind him. Spencer was facing the window, looking out onto the base.

“I called Jack. He’s fine and the Headmaster is stepping up security. No one strange has been seen. They are also adding to the wards around the school. There should be no way an Angel gets across. He said there was a way around it. He sent you the ritual about a tattoo from Demon blood. With it I’ll be able to pass through.”

Aaron waited but Spencer didn’t say whether he wanted the tattoo. He was all for it. To mark him in a way that claimed him forever, more than the faint scars all over his body. He wasn’t going to force him. Spencer’s whole body was shaking.

“Spencer, calm down.”

“Aaron, he was hunting us!” Spencer spun and finally looked at him. He was scared. “There is something going on between Heaven and Hell and we are being dragged into the middle of it. Rossi hasn’t stopped watching me since I came back to the office with Morgan. I don’t know what he knows or what he thinks he knows.”

Aaron wanted to stop him from working himself into a fit. These were things they could discuss at home. “Are you going to scar?”

“No. It’s just like your blades you use on me. I supressed my healing so it’ll take a few hours for the cuts to go away when I get home, my Grace will be unwilling to heal them. Of course, I’m leaving my face so you’ll just have to live with that. I need to take a nap, his Grace was horrifying and I need to just purge it all out. I don’t want to go home so I am going to take a nap on the couch in the round table room.”

There were so many questions that Aaron wanted answered but Spencer wasn’t going to answer them. The Angel needed to get the last of the Angel’s Trumpet from his system as well as the lingering effects of an insane Angel’s Grace. Spencer moved back out the door and down to the round table room. His long frame fit on the couch even though it really shouldn’t, Aaron had never figured out how he did it. He didn’t want Spencer out of his sight though so he grabbed his paperwork and laptop and followed him into the room. His Angel didn’t even shift on the couch as Aaron set up to work in the room.

Aaron hadn’t figured it would take long and he was correct. Dave only waited about twenty minutes before he wandered out of his office and into the round table room. Aaron wasn’t sure he was going to like the conversation when Dave shut the door.

“Is he going to be all right?”

“He’s strong,” Aaron answered. Dave just cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yes?”

“I went by Reid’s apartment a few months after he got shot. I had an extra ticket to an art opening and I wanted to see if he wanted to go. His neighbor told me that he was rarely ever home. That he’d stopped being at home much about two years before. She was a little worried about him. Something about a boyfriend that only visited at night. And that boyfriend talked about a wife and son. So I watched close. How long exactly have you and Reid been in a relationship?”

Aaron stared at the man he considered a friend for several minutes before answering. Spencer and he had come up with a story long before this. They had just never had to use it.

“About two months after he joined the team. Haley was aware that I was seeing someone else, you can’t exactly ask her to confirm it. She knew of him but never who he was. Haley had her own affairs that she never told me about. She couldn’t handle me being gone all the time. If she’d have asked, I would have allowed it.”

“Are you sure that Jack…”

“Oh, he’s mine,” Aaron answered. He knew for a fact that Jack was his. That was something that he was sure of because no Demon would touch another Demon’s woman and Jack was half Demon. He’d also made sure that after Jack was born that she could have no more children. Spencer had been more than a little upset at that but he felt it a natural retribution considering that the moment he started up his relationship with Spencer again, he’d told her. She had never told him about her affairs. “Of that I am sure Dave.”

“I had it pretty much confirmed when after Prentiss came back, the kid never blew up. I expected fireworks between him and JJ as I can’t see him saying anything to you in public but there was nothing. Oh there was little scene in the police station and he didn’t come to the dinner but after that…nothing. It was like he forgot to be mad about it.”

“He just didn’t care to continue the fight with JJ.”

“Did he actually think about…” Dave let his words trail but Aaron knew what he was talking about. Dilaudid. That had been something that he and Spencer had fought about after the whole Hankel debacle. Aaron knew why he’d been taking it and he understood but he hated that he hadn’t been enough. Spencer had felt homesick for the first time in over three thousand years and the Dilaudid was already in his system and helping him forget it.

“Thought about it? I am sure that he did. He doesn’t like to talk to me about his problems like that. Did he go out and buy? No.”

“So where exactly do the two of you live because it’s not at his place and it’s not yours. Oh, you both keep up the appearance you live there. I’ve heard about Morgan dropping Reid off and picking him up from his apartment enough.”

“I bought a house not long after Haley died. Before that we did use my apartment.” Another lie but at this point in time, there was little that Aaron and Spencer didn’t lie to the team about. “I needed something bigger with Jack there all the time and he was getting closer to teenage years. It was just best.”

“And none of us have the knowledge of where that house is.”

“I’ve changed my address that’s on file. That I want to keep my private life private is of no one’s concern.”

“So you’ve let go of your apartment but are still paying for Reid’s?”

“That’s his choice, Dave. Now I want to get this paperwork done and then go home. Whether Spencer is going to go home with me or Morgan, I am unsure.”

“I noticed the strangeness of the locations the UnSub left his little scenes. Seattle, Las Vegas, and then here in DC. You spent several years in the FBI office there in Seattle. Reid was born and raised in Vegas. You both have been here for almost a decade. Reid was taken on a Sunday and well the Sunday before he was in Vegas, out of the hands of the UnSub. Were you and Reid the target the entire time?”

“I have never seen that man before I stepped into the basement and saw his dead body. If he was stalking the two of us, it’s news to me.” Aaron wasn’t lying there. It had been since just a year after Spencer was cast from Heaven that he had last seen Judial and it had of course been a different vessel. “What did you find at the house?”

“He was stalking the two people he thought were Denei and Nuriel. Which Reid says is the two of you. The rantings and ravings were all over the place. He came across Denei’s foulness in Seattle and followed it to Vegas where he found Nuriel and then he hunted the country over, finding traces here and there. Then finally he found a high concentration here in DC. He went back to Seattle to cleanse the area. He did the same in Vegas and then finally here. His plan was to force Nuriel from his vessel and then just outright kill Denei and the host holding his body. He saw Nuriel as a victim in it all. A battered man who was a slave to Denei.”

A slave Spencer was not. Aaron had done his best to never make him a slave. He loved Nuriel and Spencer for who they were. If he changed them into what Heaven had said he would, he wouldn’t be Spencer anymore. He wouldn’t be the Angel he loved. He’d said it months before. He didn’t want to break Spencer’s Grace. He would leave him before he ever changed Spencer that much.

“And what you think that I’m so in control of Reid that he’s a slave to me?”

Dave laughed. “No. Just that UnSubs can be insane. We are trying to track down who he is by fingerprints.”

“Anything else, Dave?”

“No.” Dave stood up and left the room. Aaron was left with his thoughts. He checked his phone before waking Spencer though. Looking over what was needed for the tattoo. He had everything.


“You know I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” Aaron shut the front door, arming the alarm system. Jack wasn’t going to be coming home for a visit for a week and Aaron was kind of happy about it.

“I know, Aaron.” Spencer smiled at him. He was way too calm. Aaron stared at him. It was like that nap had purged all emotions out of Spencer. With the leaving of the Angel’s Trumpet from his system meant that nothing of his kidnapping had stuck on him. “What’s wrong?”

“You are taking your kidnapping well.”

“I’m used to being bound and cut, Aaron. It was easy to pull inside myself while I worked on unlocking the cuffs. He used my own cuffs on me. As soon as enough of the drug was gone from my system, I was able to use my Grace to pick the locks. Judial was so insane he never noticed. Someone broke him, Aaron. He was sent after us with just enough breadcrumbs to lead him to Seattle and then Vegas.”

That snapped all of Aaron’s control. He’d been living in fear since he’d gotten the call from Will. Afraid that Spencer would have given him what he’d wanted since the first time he’d seen Nuriel stand up to his brothers for him. To have his stubborn will turned on him, only to lose him right after.

Aaron grabbed onto the collar of Spencer’s borrowed shirt and shoved him back into the wall. There wasn’t a single bit of fear in his eyes. That always used to make Aaron feel proud. That Spencer trusted that Aaron would never hurt him, not in a way that held malicious intent. No, Aaron loved Spencer.

“You are mine!” Aaron screamed as he stepped even closer to his Angel. Spencer though didn’t react, he just started into Aaron’s eyes, calm. “They tossed you aside and I cared for you. I loved you when Heaven could no longer. You are mine, Nuriel and I’m never letting you go!” He realized his slip as soon as the final word left his mouth. It had been so long since Aaron had called him Nuriel. Spencer’s eyes blew wide open and Aaron couldn’t take it anymore. A flare of power on the house and it was locked down tight. His sigils activated and it would take an army from Heaven and Hell to get inside the house.

Aaron could feel Spencer getting hard. Tonight wasn’t going to be just about love, it was about re-staking a claim on Spencer. Driving from his mind what the insane Angel had done. Spencer blinked and Aaron used that to get them to the bedroom. As soon as his Angel’s feet were secure on the floor, Aaron shoved him onto the bed. Another pull of power and while he fell, his clothes were taken from him. He moved and pulled his own clothes from his body. Spencer was fully hard and leaking. Aaron swiped at the head of the cock as he passed it.

Regular sex wasn’t going to fulfill the part of him that needed to reclaim his Angel. He needed to taste, to touch, to make Spencer bleed, and fuck him until he screamed. It wasn’t hard to prepare what was needed for the tattoo. While he thought about what tattoo he’d want to put on the Angel, he grabbed the cuffs from under the bed. There were a lot of their toys scattered around the room, just out of sight from anyone who would look in. Jack had been taught since he started walking to never come into the room when someone wasn’t in it and to be careful when he was in the room. There were hidden sigils on the door that he could touch. It would alert Aaron that he was there and if what he needed was urgent. There was one that told Aaron that Jack needed them right then and they would stop whatever they were doing. Even now with Jack pushing close to teenage years, the sigils were used. He’d added one of his own the last time he’d come home to tell them that he was awake and was going to entertain himself.

“I’m not going to ask and I’m not going to take it easy. You are going to take what I do to you,” Aaron hissed as he bit down on Spencer’s shoulder hard enough that it brought blood to the surface. Spencer moaned and arched into the bite. Another new scar would form there. Spencer laid there while Aaron cuffed his hands together and then to the headboard. He barely paid attention as Aaron slid down his body, pushing him to turn onto his front. The Angel needed this as much as he did. It wasn’t until he wrapped the leather cuff around the first ankle and Spencer turned his head to look at him. His eyes got impossibly wider. A brief flare from his Grace told Aaron that Spencer wasn’t sure but a quick push from him and a sigil flared.

The choked gasp from Spencer made Aaron smile. He fastened the second cuff and looked down at Spencer. The leg cuffs had only one sigil set on them. Their only job was to keep Spencer’s wings in. The cuts from the UnSub were all gone, his skin was pale and perfect with only a few of his bite marks here and there. The most prominent was the one on his left ass cheek. It was the first the Aaon had put on him that he’d meant to. They’d learned about the fact that his bites scarred on his Angel when he drew blood by accident the second time they’d had sex and Aaron had bitten him on his inner thigh.

“I told you, you are going to take it.” Aaron knew that if Spencer even uttered anything that sounded like his safe word, he would stop. This was all part of the head game. Spencer nodded, keeping his lips tightly shut. The tube of lube appeared in his hand and Aaron deftly smacked Spencer on the ass for his cheek. His Angel only laughed. He quickly lubed up two fingers and with no warning, shoved them inside Spencer. It didn’t take long for Spencer to start to thrust back on the fingers inside of him. Aaron smiled and pulled them out, his Angel whined at the loss but he ignored it. His favorite blade to use was stored between the mattresses as a quick tool and as a defense weapon. Aaron reached over and pulled it out.

Spencer’s eyes were tightly shut. Aaron let him keep his little bit of safety. He drew the first cut down the center of Spencer’s back right along his spine. The Angel stayed relaxed and pliant but his Grace shifted. Aaron hadn’t activated the healing suppression sigils. Spencer took so much more pain when the sigils didn’t suppress it, sometimes too much and it was why Aaron rarely did it. Even when he’d been fully Denei, the sigils were activated. There was being sadistic and there was being like the UnSubs they chased. There was a reason though that he was doing this.

Licking up the blood spilled from the wound, Aaron hovered over him. Decision made, he laid down over him. “Love, the tattoo. Headmaster Charen sent me the information on the tattoo. It’s going to hurt and when I say hurt I mean hurt. I think worse than when I cut on your wings. You never said at the office whether you wanted it or not. I don’t like the thought of you being cut off from Jack just in case but as always, it’s your decision.”

“What does it look like?” Spencer asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His body was shaking in arousal.

“Whatever I want it to be. It’s more the blood and the power I put into when I do it. There are a few herbs that need to be added but I have all of them ready.”

“What will it look like?”

“The final color?” Spencer nodded. “Deep red, just like my blood when it dries. It will look like a tattoo, not a scar. I will be using a blade to make the cuts and when I do it, I’ll have to suppress your healing but that’s just so I can work at the pace I need. I don’t know what the tattoo will do to you.”

Spencer opened his eyes and tilted his head even more. “What do you mean?”

“Spence…I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to set foot in Heaven again if I do the tattoo.”

“Why do I need Heaven when I have you?” Spencer smiled as he spoke. “Come on, Demon. Make me forget what happened to me. Until all I can remember is your touch, your pain, your tongue. Make me beg to be filled.”

Aaron smiled and shifted back down. Spencer’s back had no scars. Oh, the top of his shoulders did but not his actual back. Aaron would be happy to add something of his to that back. Blade in hand again, Aaron started tracing lightly what he thought he wanted the tattoo to be. Licking up the blood as he did. He could taste a little bit of the Angel’s Trumpet in his blood but it was so faded, it wasn’t having much of an effect on his Angel. He didn’t like his first drawing but his fifth was perfect. He made sure to remember it and then moved down. He traced the scar on his outer hip with the blade, cutting deeper than he had on his back and Spencer hissed and arched up. As much as Aaron loved to cut on his Angel’s ass, Spencer loved it as well. It was erotic listening to him whimper and beg and then scream when Aaron’s saliva mixed into the wounds.

Aching, Aaron traced his thumb over Spencer’s hole and smiled when it twitched. He wasn’t ready for that. Oh, he wanted to be buried inside his Angel but he wasn’t ready for that yet. He wanted Spencer to scream so loud it shook the house. Reaching up, Aaron touched the cuffs and started a slow build of the healing suppression sigils. He made swirling cuts all over Spencer’s lower back and ass, the wounds stayed open blood pearling out. He watched Spencer’s face as the Angel figured out what he was going to do. It always made him scream.

A few strokes of his cock and he was coming all over Spencer’s ass and back. The instant that his release got down inside his cuttings, he knew because the screams started. Aaron dropped down to run his hand across the cuts, smearing the semen and blood together in the wounds. Spencer bucked up as an even louder scream came out of him. Usually he licked it all off but this time he didn’t. Instead he reached out for the blade and slit the skin on his wrist. He dripped the blood all over skin and waited. Watching the drops slide across quivering skin into his neat and perfect cuts. When the first drop followed a cut down the swell of his ass and he didn’t react, Aaron knew it was time. Spencer was out of it. Every single bit of pain sent him up another notch in pleasure. Smiling, Aaron called for the bowl he had prepared and slit his wrist even deeper. Blood poured into the bowl. The herbs started to smoke and the blood boiled as he used his finger to mix it all around. He released the sigils on the cuffs and watched as Spencer’s body returned to perfection. There was enough of his blood and semen in Spencer’s blood that he would stay high as a kite. It had been millennia since Spencer had drank Aaron’s blood and it had freaked him out. This time, he hoped his Angel wouldn’t be upset. It wouldn’t hurt him, just help him while the tattoo was being done.

A touch to each cuff tightened the slack in them so that Spencer couldn’t move. He didn’t want the tattoo messed up. He shifted to straddle Spencer’s ass. Another touch to cuffs and he strangled Spencer’s Grace so much his healing stopped all the way. The Angel gasped and his eyes fluttered closed. Aaron thought about which blade he wanted to use. He had a small one that he used for quick killings. It’s tip would work for the fine definition he wanted on the tattoo. Then a thought hit him and he knew exactly what he wanted. He tossed the blade away and laid his hand on the small of Spencer’s back. He hadn’t done something like this in over a hundred years. He’d last used his ability to split skin to torture and ultimately kill his son Jack’s namesake, Jack the Ripper. He’d never bothered to learn the real name of the man, instead he’d killed him and buried the body in an unmarked grave in Whitechapel.

Letting his power out slowly, he watched as the pattern he wanted traced itself on Spencer’s skin. This would work perfectly for him. While the pain would be overwhelming, it would be over a lot quicker. Spencer could take it, Aaron knew he could. As soon as he was sure he liked the pattern, Aaron poured even more power in. Spencer’s entire body went stiff and a scream erupted from his throat. If Aaron hadn’t cuffed him, he was sure that he would have been tossed across the room as the body under him tried to get away from the pain. He heard all the windows in the house shatter from the force of Spencer’s Grace trying to help him. His power skittered across skin and Aaron felt more than anything as Spencer’s pain/pleasure limit was hit and surpassed. When the pattern was perfect, Aaron pulled back and Spencer’s body went lax. He was out cold.

Aaron quickly applied his blood to the cuts he wanted to be done with this part before Spencer woke up. The hardest part to reach were the wing tips that spread along Spencer’s arms. It was a massive tattoo, covering the top half of his back and from shoulder to elbow on his arms. The wings were perfect and detailed. He matched them as close to Spencer’s as he could in the space. Including that one feather that grew at an odd angle after a battle with Demons five hundred years before. Aaron ran out of blood halfway through and had to draw more for his body as well as get more of the herbs. He was still painfully hard but he wanted to be inside of Spencer before he came again. He’d make all of this up to him. He planned for breakfast in bed as well as a long lovemaking session once they’d woke up in the morning.

“Aaron?” Spencer asked as he tipped his head to where he could see Aaron. He hadn’t even realized that he had woken up. “You gave me blood?”

“Yes, I hoped it would help. Did it?”

“Are you done?” Spencer dodged the question. “Because if you are, I want you in me. I need you in me, please.”

Aaron looked at Spencer’s back. The Demon blood had healed the wounds and instead of cuts, he now had a large sprawling tattoo of Angel wings on his back. He leaned down and licked from bottom of the tattoo to the top and tasted nothing but Spencer’s skin. It was done.

“It’s done, love.” Aaron shifted back and with a wave of his hands the cuffs on Spencer’s were gone. A quick swipe and he lubed up his cock with the lube that was somehow still on the bed. He then helped settle his love onto his knees and then as soon as Aaron was sure he was steady, he held his cock in place and thrust inside of Spencer. Spencer came as Aaron bottomed out. The clenching of his muscles was almost painful on Aaron. Using his blood on Spencer before he’d started the small ritual for the tattoo had been a good idea.

“Aaron please,” Spencer begged as his head dropped down. Reaching around, Aaron found that he was still hard. The blood was affecting him more than Aaron would have thought. The blood from the tattoo shouldn’t have gotten into his system like that. He’d only let a little bit of blood enter his bloodstream. Still he could feel his blood in Spencer’s body. Shifting back to grab his hips in a bruising hold, Aaron fucked into his Angel harder and harder. He wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to get Spencer off before he came but he held on as long as he could. His final thrust was so hard that if he or Spencer had been human, they both would have broken or dislocated something. Aaron felt himself pulse inside of Spencer and that release triggered his Angel’s own.

Dropping down, Aaron pulled Spencer with him and they both landed on their sides. His Angel was out cold and Aaron was sure that this time, he would sleep until morning. Aaron forced himself up and into the bathroom. While he could use his power to clean them up, he felt better when he did it himself. He washed up enough to make himself happy and then carried a wet rag and a dry hand towel into the bedroom. A wave of his hand and the bed clothes were changed. The dirty ones were in the laundry room while the clean were pulled from the closet. He settled in at Spencer’s side, a hand on his hip to hold him still while he cleaned him up. When his back was done, his front was next. He couldn’t help leaning down and licking away part of Spencer’s release from his belly. He moaned at the taste thinking that maybe that was the way to wake him up in the morning. A first thing blow job followed by breakfast in bed and then love making. It sounded perfect to him.

When Spencer was clean, Aaron tucked him in with a kiss to the forehead. The Angel slept through it all but his face settled into a content smile at the kiss. He had something to do before he could settle down for the night.

The kitchen was dark and silent when Aaron picked up his cell phone from where he had set it down. Spencer’s was beside it with a flashing light telling Aaron that someone had called or texted. He picked it up to find a text from Morgan. He just wanted to check up on him. The next message said that he figured that Spencer was asleep and to call when he woke up in the morning. Aaron smiled and set the phone down. he dialed a number that was only in his head. It had never been written down and even if Garcia searched his phone records, it would never show up.


“Someone out there turned Judial insane. He was killed this day with Angel’s Trumpet at the hand of Nuriel.”

Busy day, Denei?

“Not really. He was dead before I was able to get to him. Someone is trying to make it so that I start a war against Heaven. I was at the side of Lucifer in his last fight, I am not an idiot. Spread the word that the next time someone goes after what is mine, I’ll take the fight up or down and I don’t care who I kill in the process.”

I’ll look into things but I’d keep Nuriel at your side and not let him out of sight. Heaven is restless and Hell is quiet. It’s never good when Hell is quiet.

“I can take care of what is mine.”

Has he Fallen, yet Denei? It’s only a matter of time until he Falls.

“Nuriel will never fall. I won’t let him.”

He would fall if it saved your life and you know it. Remember my words, you should have left him a long time ago.

“If I wanted your advice, I would have asked for it.”

Take care, Denei. Take care of your Angel.

Aaron hung up the phone. His message would be spread to those who needed to hear it. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge he moved up the stairs. Spencer would be thirsty if he woke up in the middle of the night and it just made it easier to have the bottle ready for him.

As soon as Aaron settled under the sheet, Spencer cuddled into his side, his head on his shoulder and hand over his heart. His leg slid over and Aaron was now being used as a giant teddy bear but he didn’t mind. It was perfect for him, his version of Heaven.

“I love you, Spencer and I am never letting you go. I’ll destroy Heaven or Hell if they try and take you.”
The End

Next Part

The Pain of Love

Title: The Pain of Love
Series: Demon’s Angel #1 (Immortal Loves #3)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Year: Season 8
Category: Trope Bingo, Wing Fic, Angels & Demons, Dark,
Ratings: Mature
Pairings: Hotch/Reid,
Spoilers: Up through Season 8,
Summary: Spencer may be broken but the man looking at him, he was just as broken.
Words: 4,270
Notes: Please take the warnings to heart. I don’t know what this is.
Warnings: Orgasm Denial, Handcuffs, Blindfolds, Knife Play, Blood Play, Cutting, Bondage, Dark, Pain Play, BDSM,
Beta: Charlie_Remington

Spencer loved and hated these moments. He felt the hand slip from where it had been holding his head up to kiss him and he groaned. He knew what that hand was going to do. One quick swipe on the head of his cock and then it gripped the base and squeezed. His orgasm was chased away. He wanted to look. He wanted to see but it was denied him as well.

“Naughty Little Angel,” Aaron whispered in his ear as he slipped his cock out from inside him.

“Please,” Spencer pleaded. He tried to shift closer but Aaron placed his hands on his hips, holding him down. He wanted to move his hands but the padded handcuffs stopped him. Aaron had come three times already, but Spencer had been denied four so far. Any other time and he could have broke out of the cuffs. This wasn’t a normal time. These weren’t the normal play cuffs.

Aaron had jumped him the moment he had entered the house. The darkness of the blindfold had robbed him of his sight. He hadn’t been scared, he’d felt Aaron and knew that he was safe. When he was shoved face first into the wall and his hands drawn behind him, he’d shivered in delight. Aaron’s breath had been hot as he whispered in Spencer’s ear. “I want to play with you all night.”

Spencer had never been able to deny him anything, he wasn’t going to start then.

“Please, Aaron.”

“You tried to come before I wanted you to. You tried to hide it but your wings gave you away.” Aaron pulled fully away after the words, and all Spencer could do was whine. It was always his wings’s fault. It was pathetic, he knew, but he hated not touching Aaron. The soft padding of feet told him that Aaron was going to the bathroom. He heard the water running and then silence for a few minutes before the padding came back towards the bed. Two pillows were shoved under his head and he knew what was coming and it wasn’t going to be him, for a long while. Aaron had washed up.

When he felt Aaron settle over his chest, Spencer opened his mouth. He lost track of how long he sucked Aaron’s cock. He’d done it for hours before, in the past. He was lost in the sensations of the feel of the flesh in his mouth, the taste of the liquid escaping it, and the sounds that Aaron was making above him. He was pulled from his haze when he felt the flesh pull out of his mouth. He followed it as much as his chained hands allowed him. Aaron chuckled at the display as he kissed down Spencer’s body.

“You aren’t listening to me, little bird.”

Aaron shifted and entered him in one quick thrust. It felt like it had been hours since the last time that he had been in him. The twinge of pain from the rough entry had Spencer’s wings trying to curl around him for protection but Aaron moved his hands from his hips to the broad part of his wings, holding him down. That movement put Aaron’s head down near his own.

“You aren’t getting free unless I allow it, Spencer.” The body above him shifted closer as it thrust in and out of him. He could feel the breath on his ear. What surprised him was the voice that spoke next. It was lower and rougher than Aaron’s voice. “I want to come out and play, Spencer. Can I?”

The hips that thrust against him stopped while the man waited for his answer. It was always consensual. If he said no, Aaron would get them both off and they’d sleep curled around each other until morning light. There would be no anger, no shame in saying no. He used to, in the beginning of their long relationship. To show his free will. He’d given up on that long ago. He’d never, ever regretted it when he said yes.

“Yes,” Spencer choked out. Aaron started to move again and then there was a hand on his cock. It only took a few pulls and he was finally coming. Returning to his surroundings a few minutes later, he felt the control that Aaron had shown all night start to slip. His blindfold was ripped off his face, not very gently and his eyes sought out Aaron’s.

This was the moment he was waiting on. Aaron snapped his hips once, twice and then came. His eyes rolled back in his head and then tried to focus on Spencer again. As the eyes moved, blackness overcame them. He wanted to reach up and cup the face he loved so much.

“Denei. My Demon.”

“My little Angel,” Denei said as he leaned up and checked the cuffs. Spencer was crafty and could slip out sometimes. This time he hadn’t, but Denei always checked. As soon as he touched the cuffs, the power of them washed over Spencer anew. More sigils were activated and his wings started to pull in. He didn’t fight it, that would only bring pain that Spencer didn’t want. It wasn’t fun pain. His grace was all but strangled. There was no way to break free without hurting himself and hurting Denei, something he would never do. Denei was still inside of him, still hard and he shifted to remind the Demon of that. He was also hard, he had been as soon as the power of the cuffs had touched him. He always got hard when the power of cuffs activated.

There was a difference between Aaron and Denei. Aaron was the part of Denei that Spencer had fallen in love with first, so long ago. Denei was the part that he kept pushed down but a part that the Angel loved no matter what. The part of him that stayed hidden for Spencer’s sake. Every once in a while though, Denei was allowed out in full form. It had been longer from the last time to this time. Spencer hadn’t been the object of his wickedness the time before. No, that had been George Foyet. He could remember The Reaper’s screams as Denei had tortured him for days. In the end though, it hadn’t been Denei who had taken Foyet’s life. Spencer had been the one to drive the knife slowly and deeply through the serial killer’s heart. He had never regretted it either.

“What do you want, Spencer?” Denei’s voice was still right by his ear. That voice pulled him from his thoughts. He knew what he wanted. The Demon, both parts of him, loved Spencer. His Demon also knew that sometimes, what he wanted wouldn’t go over well after cases. This was his chance to put a stop to anything he didn’t think he could handle.

“Anything.” It had been a while since he’d agreed to anything that Denei wanted. There were hard limits but those had been set so long before and Denei never forgot them. Once he was fully bound, the only thing that could stop the Demon was his safeword. One utterance of the word and Denei would go away and Aaron would come back. He’d only had to do it once. The blindfold wouldn’t come back out for the rest of the night. Aaron liked to rob his senses from him but Denei liked to watch the pain in Spencer’s eyes as he had his way with him.

The bed that Spencer was cuffed to was larger than any normal bed was. It allowed them the freedom to do what they wanted. It also gave Denei room for his instruments. The cuffs were an extension of Denei’s will. Sigils were all over the leather and the metal. Denei controlled every aspect of Spencer’s freedom with those sigils. He didn’t notice that the Demon was moving again and slid out of him. Another flare of power and his wings were free. Spencer stretched them out and Denei’s eyes roved over the white wings. There was such hunger in those eyes. His Demon waited though before he shoved the wings down onto the mattress. Power flared out from the bed and Spencer gasped. His wings were basically glued down to the surface and his upper body was fully trapped. He couldn’t move it at all.

“Like what I’ve done?” Denei moved down the bed, dragging one of the Angel’s legs with him. The rope looped around his ankle and then pulled tight. His right was given the same treatment. He was truly bound and he loved it. Being bound likes this used to scare him. It took him a long time to get to where he was now. He’d changed just as much as Denei had changed because of him. His family would probably be disgusted at how much he had let a Demon warp who he was, but he didn’t care.

Pain flowed down his leg so he tilted his head to look at where his lover was between his spread legs. There was blood running down Denei’s mouth from the wound on his thigh. It healed up quickly, his grace putting all its energy to it since it had nowhere else to go. The feral smile that he was given had him shivering and then he noticed the knife on his stomach. Demonic writing was spread all over the blade. Denei really wanted to play.

Denei hadn’t used that knife on him in nearly a thousand years. He was going to bleed a great deal and he didn’t want to stop it. No other instruments appeared on the bed. He was going for simple that night.

There was no clock in the room and it was only light enough for him to see the area around the bed. It was full dark outside. Spencer had no clue how long they had been playing or how long until sunrise. The team was on forced downtime until Monday so there was no chance of having to go into work. Still, not knowing when it was had him on edge.

“Little Angel getting scared?”


“Your eyes say different, Spencer. Don’t lie to me.” Nails dug into his hips where Denei’s hands were settled. The nails were pointed and made to hurt. He dragged them all the way down his leg to the middle of his shin, splitting the skin open as he did. The scream that ripped from Spencer’s mouth shook the house. Thankfully between sigils and marks of his grace, no one would hear him and call the cops. The first wounds created were always the worst. He wasn’t high enough from the endorphins from the pain to be refrain from scream.

The tongue that traced the path of the wounds wasn’t unexpected. Denei had always had a taste for Angel blood and playing with Spencer as he did gave him what he needed to keep that bloodlust down. The wounds were slower to heal than the ones created by his mouth. Still, Spencer could feel the knitting of the flesh back together as the tongue laved up all the blood that it could.

“So pretty, covered in blood and spread out for me. Mine to play with. Mine to do whatever I want.”

“Yours, Denei. Always yours.” Spencer wasn’t lying. He would be the Demon’s forever. The fear that wracked his body and mind would always be there. His grace would always fight when Denei was fully manifested in the body. He’d never let his grace win though. He’d already been cast out from heaven for him.

“Ready to become prettier?” Denei picked the knife up and the sharpness of the blade caught Spencer’s eye. It was a lot sharper than the Demon’s normal knife. That meant more blood as it would go deeper with little effort. He couldn’t make out all the sigils on the blade but he was sure that there was one that would make him bleed more and one that would have him healing slower.

The first cut was along the same path that his nails had taken. Small variances so that it wasn’t a straight line were the only deviances. With Denei using his wings to keep him down, there was no way to get to his back and ass, two of the Demon’s favorite places to cut. He lost himself, flying high on the endorphins released by the pain. He barely noticed when, after a long while, Denei moved from his legs to his hips then to his chest. His eyes were open and near unseeing as the pain and screams encouraged the Demon to cut him up more. On his chest he could feel the tongue tracing the wounds, near soothing in the gentleness of the licks. He was covered in sweat and Denei glistened in sweat as well.

Denei seated himself on Spencer’s hips, rubbing his ass against his cock while his own hard cock was upright and wanting attention. The cuts on his chest were taking forever to heal and it was just seconds after Denei grabbed his cock and started to pump that Spencer figured out the Demon’s plan. Cum landed on his chest, seeping into the open wounds and Spencer screamed at the searing pain that caused. Denei’s hand followed smearing the blood and cum mixture around on his chest, getting into every single wound.

“You scream so pretty for me. See how much I like it?” Denei asked as his previously soft cock had hardened again. Spencer had hoped that it would be over when Denei came but a resurged cock meant it was going to go on. Hand lifted from his chest, he watched as Denei licked it clean. Next he shifted down to lick his chest clean. The soft licks and the pain that was going away had Spencer hard. He was able to get to a space where he could feel Denei’s enjoyment at what he did and use it to stay hard throughout the play but the pain had overloaded him and he had gone soft.

“I want to cut you more. Can I, Little Bird?”



What was he asking? Spencer had told him already he could do whatever he wanted. Then it all crashed on him. The new bindings. The cuffs that blocked nearly all his grace from healing him too quickly. The new sigils on the knife. Denei had been working up to this night for a while. His wings started to twitch where the tips of them were stretched out past the bed on both sides, not held down at all. Denei’s eyes watched them.

The Demon gave him all the time in the world to make his decision. The pain was going away, the pain in his shoulders from holding this position long gone. It had been so long since they had done that. Did he want that kind of pain? He wanted to use his safeword and pull out but it’s not the word that came out. “Yes.”

The look of lust that was sent his way was nearly his undoing. Knowing what was to come and knowing how much Denei wanted to do it. He held his mouth shut though and closed his eyes. Denei would allow it now. The darkness of his vision helped him be able to control his reactions.

Denei shifted off of him and crouched at where his feathers stopped at the bottom edge of his wings. He could feel the bed dip as he leaned forward. He braced himself for the first cut and let his mouth drop open in a scream so loud that the windows shattered in the bedroom. The Demon ignored the screams and pleas that fell from his mouth as the flesh of his wings was cut time and again. The one word that would stop it didn’t fall from his lips.

After what felt like days, Spencer came back to find Denei looking down at him, a smile on his face, tucked between his legs. He turned his head and saw that the blood that would normally be all over his wings was gone. Denei had cleaned them up so that the blood wouldn’t get stuck and be harder to get out later. His legs had been allowed to go slack some so that Denei could get to his ass. They were finally at the end of his play for the day. This was the part that Spencer took the pain for. After soaking in all the fear and pain that Spencer had been radiating for hours, Denei was at his most powerful and the energy he would put off while he fucked Spencer would take the Angel away from it all. It was the only time that his mind never thought of all he’d lost. His family, his brothers, and the feeling of Heaven. The darkness that was Denei would wrap around him and he would feel claimed in only the way that the Demon could make him feel.

“What are you going to do, Little Angel, if I break your grace one day?” Denei asked as he finally slid inside of Spencer, there was no pain in the entry like there normally was. The angel could only moan in answer as the energy of his lover started to surround him. He’d lost the ability to speak long ago. A snap of fingers and his leg bindings were completely gone. He wrapped his legs around the Demon’s waist. A long body lowered on top of him as he did and he settled his head back with his neck bared. He wanted to feel the teeth bite him, claim him. The scars from the teeth wouldn’t be visible to humans but to other Angels and Demons, they would see them for what they were, a claim of a Demon. He was shocked though when fingers cupped the side of his face and turned him, gently. Denei wasn’t ever gentle like this. “Spencer. Answer me. I need to hear your voice.”

“Denei?” was the only thing that Spencer could answer. Denei smiled at him and kissed him. He had never been kissed like that by Denei, not in a situation like this. It was slow and sweet and totally at odds with the way the Demon was thrusting inside of his body. Denei sped up his thrusting as Spencer opened his mouth. The kiss heated up and he allowed his mind to crest on the going away of the pain. His wounds were healed and all he could feel was the way that his Demon’s body held him down. His shoulders would be stiff but he could deal with that. His wings wanted to be free. The tips were flicking much like a cat’s tail did. His nerves were too raw.

Denei stilled and Spencer could tell by his face that he came, it never took long. As the Demon’s head rested on his chest, Spencer ached to reach out and touch. Black eyes looked up at him and slid down his chest. What was he doing? Trying to speak, all Spencer did was croak out something unintelligible. This wasn’t normal and he wasn’t sure that he liked it. Denei didn’t do this. He was fire and pain and letting go. His Demon wasn’t soft and gentle. With his upper body trapped, Spencer still tried to get away. He wasn’t shocked to find his erection gone.

“Shh, Spencer. Love, calm down.” Denei looked at him with worry in his eyes. Spencer tried to shove again with his legs, this time his grace responded. His wings broke free. Denei lunged forward, gripping his wings to hold them down. The second he settled on Spencer’s chest he started to make calming noises. Long minutes of softly uttered words and Denei’s hands petting his wings and Spencer was calming down. The hands left his wings, moving above his head. Pain shot up his arms as the cuffs were released. Firm hands helped him bring his arms down from the position they had been in for hours and rubbed at him until the pain was a dull ache. He was pushed into a sitting position with his Demon holding him up. Strong hands rubbed at his shoulders and back, trying to remove the last of the ache while his grace worked. He was exhausted from everything so he just slumped down into Denei’s arms, he had no will to fight anymore. He wanted Aaron and the comfort that he gave. He wanted warm brown eyes and gentle caresses. His wings tucked towards his back and then were gone.

“Let’s get you into the bath.” Shifted into strong arms, Spencer let the Demon carry him. He was set down in the back corner of the tub on the bench that was built in. He let the wall hold him up. His eyes were the only part of his body that moved as he watched the Demon move around preparing a bath for him. He wasn’t sure what was going on. Nothing was the same as it had been before he’d let Aaron snap the cuffs on him. He hadn’t felt this lost since he’d been cast out and unable to find Denei. The scent of lavender filled the bathroom as oil was poured into the bathwater. He let his thoughts drift, taking in the wonderful smell. He knew nothing until he was gently pulled into the water and settled back against Denei’s chest, wrapped in his arms.

Scented water dripped on his chest where it fell from the rag as Denei wet his chest down. He let the Demon clean him up, still so wrung out. The fear was still there at the back of his mind, he wanted to flee but he knew he would never get away. He needed space to figure out what was going on with his Demon. Denei was speaking reassuring words as well as praise. The rag didn’t stop moving over his body until he was completely limp in the Demon’s arms.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked, his voice just as soft as Denei’s had been.

The Demon didn’t answer for a long moment. His hand tracing up and down the center of Spencer’s chest in a calming manner.

“You and your vessel became one, what? Two thousand years ago? You and the human Spencer became one and you chose to take the name Spencer instead of your Angelic name.” There was a pause but Spencer kept his mouth shut. He knew when Denei was being rhetorical. “I’ve not cut on your wings in a very long time and you always scream so good when I do but this time, it was different. You were different. Your grace submitted to me. Fully. I could have done so many wicked things to you but if I had, you wouldn’t be the Angel I fell in love with nor the Spencer I hold dear. It broke, changed something in me.”

Spencer didn’t know what the Demon was saying. What did he mean? He was still so lost.

“The urge to cut you, to make you bleed for me didn’t go away. I wanted to make you hurt so that I could wash that hurt away after. I have always used the feelings that my host feels to describe what I feel for you. I no longer have to. I am no longer Denei. I am Aaron. The Demon in love with an Angel.” Aaron turned him around, still helping him to stay upright. His eyes were back to brown but there was something different about them. Spencer could see the truth in the words reflected in the eyes. Aaron would never be allowed back in Hell just as he was never allowed in Heaven. “I am fully yours, My Angel.”

Spencer wrapped his arms around Aaron’s neck and pulled him close. He kissed the mouth of the Demon he loved and shivered when he was pulled even closer. The touches that skirted across his body were different, surer than Aaron’s were but softer than Denei’s. It was bliss.

A surge of energy crested out from Aaron and Spencer found himself dropped onto the bed with his love above him, how the Demon could have the energy left was beyond him. The bed was remade with clean sheets, no evidence of the past few hours left anywhere in the room. The lights were brighter. Aaron kissed him long and hard until both of them were panting.

“Let me worship you like you deserve.” The words were whispered like the world would shatter if he spoke louder. Spencer couldn’t speak so he nodded and was rewarded with a long kiss before Aaron pulled away from him.

Where just hours before he’d been lost in pain, Spencer was lost in the feelings of love that were being left every single time that Aaron touched his body. He kept his eyes closed in pleasure until he had lips on his own again. He opened them to find that Aaron was smiling down at him. He slid inside of Spencer, he hadn’t even noticed being prepped, he could see the tears in his Demon’s eyes. That right there told him that he had broken the Demon as the Demon had broken him, but it was worth it.

Two broken creatures who had dared to be different and love who they wanted had changed each other so much that neither were what they had been. And it was wonderful.
The End