dunder_fic | Criminal Minds - "The Spirits cited..." (Rossi/Reid)

Author: dunderklumpen
Title: "The Spirits cited..."
Pairing: Rossi/Reid (established relationship)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1.370 words.
Summary: A short scene between Rossi and Reid during 407 "Memoriam".
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is the property of CBS.
A/N: A little story I came up with after I saw 407 "Memoriam". Like always I have trouble with the translation because it feels as if the story lost something in the process. So for all who can read german. Here's the original: "Geister, die ich rief..."
For the native speakers - I'm open to all constructive critism.
And don't ask me why LJ changed the font in that one passage because... I dont know! It won't change it back for me, so ignore it.
Beta: A big thank you to

sarahtoalaska &

luthien82 who helped me with the translation. All remaining mistakes are my fault alone.

“The Spirits cited…“

Sir, my need is sore.
Spirits that I've cited
My commands ignore.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

He turned off the water and dried his hands, before leaving the bathroom and shutting off the light on the way to the bed. Only the lamp next to the bed lit the small hotel room and painted it a warm gold. Dave yawned, pulled back the covers and laid down. For one moment he stared up at the ceiling, before switching off the light and closing his eyes. Sleep wasn’t so merciful and he laid awake hunted by thoughts. So much had happened since he and Morgan had decided not to fly back to Washington. They didn’t have enough pieces to build the puzzle yet, but that didn’t keep his brain from showing him all kinds of pictures. Every possible solution, good and bad.

He sighed and let his eye wander restlessly to the alarm clock next to his bed: 11.32 p.m., not very late but he felt exhausted. To top everything off he was worried – worried about Spencer. He had never seen him like that and although he remained to help, David had the feeling that he did the exact opposite. Even the hypnosis didn't help, only leading to him yelling at the doctor to wake Spencer immediately! When they had returned to the hotel, he had wanted to talk to him but he had been sent away so Spencer could be alone. Dave had no choice but to accept it, whether he liked it or not.

A soft, barely audible sound pulled him from his thoughts. For a moment he wondered if he had imagined the knocking and strained to listen in the silence. He didn’t have to wait long before the weak knocking came again. It was a familiar pattern and he knew what to expect as he tossed the covers off, switched the light back on and went to the door. His fingers closed over the knob; with a twist there was a faint click and he pushed the door open. He felt no surprise to see Spencer. The man standing across from him on the other side of the threshold looked tired. The dark smudges under his eyes seemed deeper than normal, the creases more pronounced. He radiated a restlessness that caused David to shift where he stood.

“Spencer?”

He mutely looked at him and took a step forward. David opened the door further and let him in, then followed him into hotel room where the pale light of the lamp made their surroundings seem a bit surreal. Spencer turned and held his gaze. David looked back and wanted to say something when the young profiler suddenly closed the short distance between them and kissed him.

For a fraction of a second he was too surprised to react, to answer the rough kiss of the lips pressed almost aggressively against his own. Just as fast as the moment had come, it was gone and Dave put his palms against Spencer’s chest to push him away as carefully as possible. The young profiler interrupted his kiss, looking almost lost while his eyes were begging with him.

”Sleep with me!“

”What?“ He hadn’t expected that.

”Sleep with me, Dave.“

Spencer’s lips met his again, kissed him while his hands embraced him, then wandered up his back under his pyjama top. ”Please, David. Sleep with me tonight. – Now!“

Dave was confused. One part of his mind cried at top volume that he shouldn’t sleep with Spence, not while he was so vulnerable. The other part took in the smell of apple and sweet sweat, the taste of coffee and the tang of alcohol. Then there was the hands caressing his chest and the tongue demanding and yet begging something of him he couldn't quite name. He sighed into the kiss and that seemed enough for his lover to go further, to double his efforts.

”Dave…,“ murmured Spencer into his mouth, “please.“

As if the words had been the key, his mind cleared and something clicked in David Rossi's mind. Still as carefully as possible he detached himself from the young man and pushed him away. A shadow darkened the face of the genius.

”Does that mean that you don’t want this?“ he asked and David heard the suppressed rage in his voice.

”No, I would gladly sleep with you… you know that,“ he answered and sat down on the bed in order to get more distance. ”But not like this. Not for this reason.“

”For this reason? What reason are you talking about?”

”You know what I mean,“ he answered calmly.

”Oh? Since when do you say ’no’ to sex?“ Spencer replied obviously angry. ”That would be a first!“

David sighed. He knew that he didn’t mean it like it sounded but it still hurt to hear these words.

”It was never just sex with you.“ His voice was still calm which seemed to make Spencer only more furious.

”If you don’t want me, I’ll go!“ Having said that, he ran for the door but turned around once more when he arrived there to bite out, ”If you don’t want what I’m offering I’m sure there are enough people out there who won’t send me away!“ His voice was heavy with irony.

”Oh really?“ David spat bitterly, his tone sharp now. ”Like that hooker you gave 2,000 dollars? I’m sure she'll take you with pleasure!“

'Damn!' That had just slipped out before he could stop it. His mouth always got him in trouble. Although he was an experienced profiler, he seemed to lose these abilities as soon as it came to his lover.

”What?“ the young genius stood there, dumbfounded and gaping at him.

“I… I'm sorry, Spence.“ Dave hurried to say and rose to go over to him. “Please stay! Let’s talk.“ While he spoke he crossed the distance between them and led Spencer back to the bed. The young profiler let him.

”I… I can’t believe that… that you said that,“ Spencer stammered, still completely stunned, his anger now vanished.

”I'm sorry. I didn’t mean it.“ Dave repeated seriously. The young profiler nodded and swallowed.

”I… can I have a drink?“

Dave got up, went to the mini bar and took out some water.

“No water,“ he stated when he saw what the older man was doing. David put the transparent bottle back and placed two glasses on the table. Spencer heard a bottle cap click and liquid gurgle as it was poured. The whole time he saw only David's back which hid what he was doing. When Dave turned he held two glasses with light brown liquid, one of which he gave to Spencer. The young genius sniffed sceptically and glanced back at Dave who had sat down on the bed’s edge a bit away from him. The young profiler eyed the alcohol in the glass again which smelled biting and sweet at the same time. Then he put the glass to his lips and drained it. The alcohol burned in his throat and he coughed in surprise. David just sat and watched. When Spencer coughed he wanted nothing more than to pat the boy on the back and pull him into an embrace but he knew that it would have been wrong. First they had to talk – right now.

”Spence?“ The name hung as an unspoken question in the air.

Spencer looked down at his hands which clasped the glass tightly for lack of anything better to do.

”I know,“ he said and his gaze met David’s. ”I thought it would help me to forget – only for tonight.“ He sighed. ”I know that it was a bad idea.“

The older man moved closer so that Spencer noticed the faint smell of David’s aftershave which always seemed to envelope him.

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Dave’s cheek, exactly where the beard ended. ”I don’t want to talk about it.“ He rose and went to the door. The knob already in hand, he looked back to his lover - no, to his friend - who sat on the bed and watched him anxiously. ”Don’t worry. I’m fine. I… I just don’t want to talk about it.“ With these words he opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. ”Good night.“