Author: criminalxxxmindsxxxfreak PM
Morgan finally takes Reid on that camping trip he promised, but they aren't the only ones out in the woods and soon find themselves trapped with a serial killer. M/R slash. 11th in M/R series. Follows "Where the Heart Is" M for Non-con, torture & violenceRated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Horror - S. Reid & D. Morgan - Chapters: 21 - Words: 55,676 - Reviews: 539 - Favs: 178 - Follows: 154 - Updated: 02-07-12 - Published: 10-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7447051
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Title: Satan's Hollow
Pairings: Morgan/Reid; Reid/UnSub Non-Con
Warning: Non-con; torture; violence; blood; language. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: Voilà! I told you guys I would post this soon and I was correct, wasn't I? XD
I shouldn't be so excited about this fic, it's going to be dark and angsty and just pretty much bad but as always I assure you, NO CHARACTER DEATH. None. Nada. Zip. I think that about covers it…
Anyway, to get you guys in the right mood for my favorite holiday (and MGG's and Reid's ^.^) I present to you the 11th installment in my Morgan/Reid series with a promise (or warning) that it shall be dark, angsty, violent and ultimately horrific. (At least, that's the plan…)
Chapter One: Have You Ever Had Sex Outdoors?
"So how are you and Spencer settling into the new house?" Fran Morgan asked curiously, a light air in her voice as her son sighed on the other end of the line. He glanced toward his lover sitting in the passenger seat watching the trees go by as they pulled off the main road. He wouldn't have even been talking to his mother if it weren't for Spencer… The other agent insisted that he return his mother's call before she got worried.
"Fine, Momma. Spencer's already turned one of the spare bedrooms into a mini-library for all his text books and Star Wars collectables."
Reid snorted and rolled his eyes, "I did not." He muttered.
"I'm glad you're doing well… So is there another wedding in my future?" Morgan could see the hopeful, teasing smile on his mother's face as she asked. Her tone was as casual as she could possibly make it, as if she always asked whether or not her children were getting married. Then again, Francine Morgan did ask whether or not her children were going to get married at every possible opportunity.
"Momma…" Morgan groaned. "I'm not answering that question again."
"Well why not, Derek? You've been together nine months! You're living together now. You two are obviously in love. What's stopping you?"
"We are taking things slow." Morgan explained for the millionth time, his eyes darting toward Reid who was now watching him curiously, probably knowing exactly what the conversation was about based solely on the look on his lover's face.
"Just how slow are you taking things? You've been sleeping together for nine months, now you're living together. The next logical step is marriage, isn't it? And then grandbabies!"
"We've hardly been living together for two months!" Morgan sighed, squinting at the signs posted as they got deeper in the woods. "I'm gonna lose signal soon, Momma… I'll call you when me and Spencer get back alright?"
Fran sighed heavily, "I suppose. It's not like you hardly ever call me or come to visit your poor, lonely mother."
"I'll be waiting for that call, Derek. And I want Spencer to see a ring before too long, understand? I love you, baby!"
"I love you too, Momma." Derek sighed, putting his cell phone back into his pocket and squinting to make out a sign in the failing afternoon light and he made a quick turn. "Happy now?" he asked, raising a brow and glancing at Spencer, who was watching him with a grin on his face.
"Very. Your mother was worried and you promised her you'd call more often, remember?"
Morgan sighed, "Yes, Spencer, I remember. I just don't see why I had to call her while I was trying to make sure I got to the right place."
"Well then you should have turned on the GPS like I told you to." Reid rolled his eyes and looked out the window. "Are you sure about this?"
"Of course. We've got a week off and I told you I was going to take you camping someday. It'll be a new experience for you."
"Maybe but… I'm not great with outdoors and physical exertion. You know that… I'd much rather be at home with you, watching Doctor Who…"
Morgan smiled, "Don't worry, Spencer. I'll make sure you're alright."
Reid sighed, "That's not what I meant, Derek. I don't need you to 'protect' me, I'm a grown man. I just… I'm not a fan of the outdoors is all."
"But you've never been camping and this was our agreement. You go camping with me and I'll go with you to that Star Wars convention next month. And I won't make any jokes about it either."
Reid smiled, shaking his head. "Fine, I'll make the best of it I suppose. I can try to look at this as a learning experience…"
Morgan grinned, "Exactly. This'll be fun, Spencer. Just wait, you'll thank me for this."
The sun was low in the sky by the time they arrived at the campsite, or what Spencer hoped was the campsite. It was a large clearing with trees, a couple of wooden shacks that he guessed were outhouses and a few picnic tables.
They climbed out of the SUV and Reid looked around, wondering how they were supposed to spend three days in the middle of the woods with no cell service, no electricity, no beds, not running water and no bathroom. It was like the opening scene of a horror movie when the unsuspecting, horny teenagers decide for some ridiculous and unfathomable reason to spend the night in the creepy forest where the deranged killer is supposed to live. Fantastic.
Morgan went around to the back to get the tent and start setting it up.
"You wanna help me set up?" Morgan asked, grinning at the younger man who narrowed his eyes at the jumbled pile that was apparently supposed to be a tent.
He took a breath and nodded. It was a tent… how hard could it be? "Fine." He walked over and gingerly picked up one of the metal spikes, "What do you need me to do?"
Morgan began giving the younger man directions and – after a few clumsy mistakes – the tent was standing near one of the tables. It did not look like something any sane person would ever voluntarily spend three days sleeping in but Reid just reminded himself that it was a learning experience and as long as he was with Derek nothing bad was going to happen. Well, nothing too bad at least. They were federal agents after all, what could possibly happen?
"Pretty Boy!" Morgan called from the car where he was lifting a cooler out with a strained look on his face. "Can you grab the other bag?"
Reid turned from the tent and hurried to help his lover finish unloading the SUV, ignoring the strange prickling feeling on the back of his neck as they dug around for something to eat. It was just his imagination. They were completely alone out here. "What do you want to eat, Spencer?" Morgan asked, pulling out boxes of cookies and crackers and packages of hotdogs. Reid quickly snatched a pack of Oreos and sat down at the table near the tent.
Morgan snorted, "Of course you want the chocolate cookies."
Reid looked confused, one Oreo hanging partially out of his mouth, "What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, frowning.
Morgan smirked, straddling the bench and facing the young man, taking the cookie from his mouth and popping it into his own.
"Just that you'll eat anything with sugar in it." Morgan grinned, swallowing the cookie and leaning forward, capturing Reid's lips and pushing his tongue into his mouth. The young man moaned and slid closer, wrapping his arms around Derek.
Morgan leaned back, still grinning, and ruffled his lover's hair playfully. "See that? You eat so much sugar you taste sweet."
Reid rolled his eyes and licked his lips, "You took my cookie." He said, eyes sparkling. Morgan looked hurt, pulling another Oreo out of the box and shoving it into Reid's mouth without warning.
Reid grinned and took the Oreo away, leaning forward to kiss the older man again. "Now I am." He glanced back to the tent and sighed. "Do we really have to sleep in that?"
"Yes, Spencer, we really do. Unless you want to sleep outside of the tent."
"You owe me for this, Derek. This might cost more than a Star Wars convention."
Morgan snorted, swinging his leg over the bench and standing up, "I doubt that. All those nerds in costume running around, talking in some weird geek language I don't understand? I'll be lucky if I survive."
Reid made a face at him, "I'm going to be one of those 'nerds' talking in 'weird geek languages', Derek." He pointed out.
"Yeah, but you're different."
"Really. Unlike all those other nerds, you're sexy when you talk all nerdy." He grinned and Reid sighed, shaking his head with an amused smile on his face. "Seriously, Pretty Boy… this is a great experience for you. Think about it: have you ever had sex outdoors?"
Reid stared at the older man, "Of course."
"NO!" Reid gave Derek a look and explained. "I meant, of course you would be thinking about sex."
"Nah, I was just making a suggestion, Spencer. We haven't had sex in three days."
"We were in Kansas City." Reid reminded him, turning his attention back to the Oreos. "In separate rooms. Working." He pulled the cookie apart and started licking the icing slowly.
Morgan glared at him and walked back to the SUV muttering something about teasing him and Reid grinned, laughing quietly to himself while Derek finished unloading the car.
Robert Greene had lived most of his adult life on the fringe of society, as far away from people as he possible could. The woods were his home, his cabin nearly impossible to find in the thick trees unless it was by accident. And that was how he liked it. People caused problems. People were basically useless. He had been at the graveyard that morning, saying goodbye to the most recent boy when heard the car engine and quickly ducked behind a group of trees near the campsite.
Not many people came out here anymore but when they did he liked to keep an eye on them to make sure that they didn't discover his cabin. He didn't expect anything to really happen, but he was always careful. He had been thinking about the last boy, the way his eyes shone under the dim yellow bulb in his basement, the way his screams sang like music… but his thoughts came to a standstill when the two men climbed out of the SUV.
The younger of the two, a tall, thin young man, made his eyes shine with interest and a slick smile slid on his face as he watched them. He hadn't expected to find another boy so soon, but this was too perfect to pass up. It was like a gift from God…
At first, he thought they were friends on some guy-bonding trip of some kind, but then they'd kissed and he realized they must have been lovers. He was close enough to hear their conversation and caught their names. Spencer and Derek.
Derek wasn't interesting. Dark skinned, easy-going and obviously an alpha-male. He took an instant dislike to the man, especially after he kissed Spencer. He immediately decided Derek had to go. Spencer, on the other hand, was beautiful. That sweet, slow smile, the long, lean body… Perfection. And he wanted him. He had to have him.
His eyes traveled up to the sky, the sun gone, hanging around the horizon, painting purple and orange streaks across the sky. He had a few hours to prepare. He quietly edged farther into the trees until he was sure that they couldn't hear his movements and he quickened his gait, heading toward his cabin, anticipation bubbling in his chest as he thought back to Spencer back at the campsite… He would have him. No matter what it took.
E/N: Hmm… You know, I think I should stop watching "Twisted" when I write stuff like this. Hearing about The Son of Sam is NOT doing much to help me seem normal…
Anyway, creepy. Yes. At least, I hope so. If not creepy, at least well written? Yes, I am going to be very cruel in this story. But … I have to. It's necessary.
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