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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Criminal_Minds
  Relationship:
      Ethan/Spencer_Reid
  Character:
      Ethan_(Criminal_Minds), Spencer_Reid
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Succubi_&_Incubi, All_fully_consenusal, Phone_Sex, References_to
      Drug_Use
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-17 Words: 1735
****** On Account Of The Angles ******
by Evilchuckle
Summary
     When Ethan fucked Diana Reid he wasn't expecting her to be so good.
     Neither was he expecting their son to be so fucking fuckable.
     Or
     Ethan is a sex demon, who has a lot of sex, especially with his son
     Spencer
Notes
     All mistakes my own, feel free to point any out.
     This is for a very special Tumblr friend, but everyone else is
     welcome to enjoy it too. Also posted on ff.net under the same name.
When Spencer was first aware of Ethan they were both five. Or Spencer was five
and Ethan had lost count. Ethan grew a little quicker than Spencer but it was
never that noticeable. Spencer was fifteen and Ethan looked late teens when it
all came to head.
-
Spencer was moping as it was the anniversary of his father leaving. Ethan was
just a little bit annoyed. He was always been honest with Spencer, letting him
know that William Reid was just in love with the wrong woman. That Spencer was
Ethan’s and that’s the way it should be.
“He’s not your father and you know it”, Ethan snapped, stalking off to the
kitchen to find something to eat. Spencer chased after him, seeing him slam the
fridge door shut. “Be careful, it’s not as old as you but it’s still old.”
Spencer opened the bread bin and put two slices in the toaster. Ethan glared at
him, “Spencer, you’re mine. Your mother was the best lay I ever had. She gave
me enough power to be able to control my age for the past fifteen years. It’s
been years since I had this amount of control for so long.”
“Dad, I know alright. Mom had me and you wanted to get to know your son. But I
still miss William, he made Mom happy. Plus he paid bills. All you ever did was
give Mom such an ‘orgamistic’ time she went ‘madder than a hatter’.” Spencer
watched the toast brown not looking at his father.
William had never known that Diana had slept with another male. A reformed
incubus, who never killed their victim, just took some of their energy. Ethan
used it as a way to control his age. Peter Pan had made an impression on him
the first time he saw it in the theatre. But he may have gone a little
overboard, it wasn’t his fault that a certain woman could do something amazing
with her tongue. For a creature who had been having sex since the Middle Ages
new tricks were a joy and a treat. So he may have accidently impregnated said
woman, and that may have taken a negative toll on her mental health.
Being the somewhat of a gentleman he is Ethan stuck around. Got to know his
kid. Having a sex talk with your six year old son and teaching him how to kiss
was an interesting experience for Ethan. He had never preyed on the young
before but being young himself at the time had made him feel better about it.
Besides it was some harmless kissing, no tongue.
Only now Spencer was starting to sexually mature and Ethan was losing power. At
this rate he’d start aging ten years in a day, if he didn’t do something soon.
Spencer sulking about his faux-father was just pissing Ethan off. William
didn’t love the kid, didn’t appreciate him, care for him, and (definitely a
plus on William’s part) didn’t want to fuck Spencer until he was crying and
begging.
The toast was now done and Spencer was buttering it. He was now shooting little
glances at him then darting back to the toast. He was biting his lips and kept
aborting what he clearly wanted to say. With a muttered “ah screw it Spencer,”
he turned to look at his father.
“Why her? Why not somebody else? What was so great about her? What did, what
do. Why not me?” Spencer rushed out, blushing a deeper red as he went along.
Ethan chuckled, causing Spencer to duck his head down, suddenly finding
something unmissable to look at on the floor. Seeing that maybe that was the
wrong tactic Ethan hopped up onto the kitchen counter and hooked his legs
around Spencer, drawing him in. He wrapped his arms around him and rested his
chin on Spencer shoulder. He hugged him tight, it wasn’t often that Ethan tried
to parent his son but when it happened it meant a lot of the both of them. They
stayed there sharing heat for a while. By the time they parted the butter had
melted, and the toast was inedible. Spencer was also achingly hard.
Ethan wasn’t the first to elicit this reaction but he was the first that caused
emotional frustration that nothing further would be happening. Being a
vegetarian demon, who needed to feed, and who loved his kid, Ethan wasn’t about
to see Spencer upset.
So Spencer found himself pinned up against the fridge, magnets clattering down
to the floor along with his pants. Underwear was left on, because Ethan knew
that at his age Spencer would find the teasing, and the almost thereness to be
far more arousing than the actual act. He nosed, gently nibbled, sucked, bit,
and generally just worshipped the cock before him. So young and excited,
throbbing away in time with the moans being drawn out.
And Ethan could taste a hint of Spencer, driving him to suck harder, longer,
and deeper. Cursing the underwear but teasing both of them and not removing it.
And the power, usually Ethan had to wait until post-coital cuddle to gain the
power he needed, but Spencer was pouring sexual energy, and Ethan was taking it
as eagerly as he was Spencer’s cock.
It was until they were both sitting on the ground, cuddling, uncaring about the
novelty fridge magnets digging into them than Ethan realised, incest, that was
something deliciously new.
-
And so it went Spencer grew and Ethan taught. It wasn’t a simple case of
lessons, but a passionate lust affair. They both wanted and needed something,
and they both gained great pleasure from. Spencer seemed to gain strength from
sex. Neither minded that the other would have different partners. In fact there
was that memorable time when a Native American woman had tried to banish Ethan
but which ended with a fully consensual threesome.
-
Ethan Had originally planned to follow Spencer into the FBI but he realised
that that would be too co-dependant. Meeting up again after weeks or months of
not seeing each other meant the sexual energy, the need, and the desire were
all heightened.
It was meant there were some fantastic new stories to tell each other. Ethan
loved plunging deep, hard, and fast into his son listening to Spencer talk
about the men and women he himself had had.
-
New Orleans was great for Ethan, he was able to snack off the sex of others and
enjoy plenty for himself. It was a lot more fun than Orléans back in France,
certainly compared to when he was last there, plague just didn’t make people
horny.
He felt the air shimmer with lust the moment Spencer entered the building. But
something was tinged it was wrong somehow. He turned to look at his beautiful
boy, they hadn’t spoken lately, and holy shit. Spencer had a cloud of gloom
around him. He had been neglecting sex for drugs. That wasn’t healthy. Ethan
just wanted to take him home and ravish him, worship his body, make him come
until all traces of drugs and sadness were gone.
But the cause of the drug taking were because of humanity so Spencer had to
deal with this in a human way. Ethan prodded Spencer into getting help.
A week later he phoned to check up on him. Ethan felt a little guilty for not
keeping an eye on Spencer now he was an adult. Ethan was still his father, and
sometimes lover, he needed to be more active in taking care of Spencer.
A lazy “’lo” greeted Ethan.
“Hey Spencer, how are you son?”
“Hey Dad, I’m not okay, but I may be slowly getting there.” They talked banal
things for a while, the price of milk, tv shows, who would win the NHL that
year. It was an hour or so of chit chat before Spencer broke into Ethan’s
monologue about cheeseburgers.
“I’m just remembering the way you would your tongue up and down my body. I
liked the way it would feel, not a bit of skin remained untouched by you. My
favourite was when you would lick at my nipples, and I would cry and beg for
you latch on, suck at them. You never would. It was pure torture.” Ethan
remembered that too, with Spencer letting him imagine what he really wanted was
a lot better than giving it to him. The mind is the most important sex organ
and Spencer’s mind was incredible.
“I like to lie in bed thinking about tying you up. Blindfolding you. Touching
you, teasing you until you are begging for more. Then I’d leave you, and loudly
touch myself. All you would be able to do is hear me. That’s how I’d torture
you.” Spencer paused and listened to Ethan’s groan. “I’m doing that now,
touching myself. I’m teasing at my hole, dipping finger in and pulling it out
just before it touches that spot.
“Remember that time when you made your tongue long enough to lick at it. Fuck I
love it when you lick me. All that kissing we did when I was younger, made me
fall in love with your tongue. You denied it me then but now I have it.”
Ethan pushed his pants down and shoved his hand down his underwear. “Don’t
touch yourself Dad.” Ethan groaned by obeyed. “Only I’m allowed to touch you,
to caress you. You’d be too soft on yourself. I’d grip you firmly; I’d stretch
you out with my cock. Make you think of nothing but me. I’d hold you down and
have complete control. You’d try to move, to get me to go deeper, faster, and
harder. But I won’t not until you beg me for it.”
God Ethan just wanted some friction, wanted Spencer there doing all he said he
would. Closing his eyes Ethan imagined what Spencer looked like now. Lying on
his bed, naked, panting, body open to roaming eyes. Fisting his throbbing cock
with one hand and pushing into himself with the other. Tremors racking his body
as he got closer and closer.
Ethan heard Spencer callout his name. He was coming making the most erotic
sounds Ethan had ever heard. “Thanks Dad I really needed that. I’ll come visit
you soon. Love you, bye.” With that Spencer hung up. The little shit leaving
Ethan achingly hard and wanting more.
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