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Our Little Family	By : SpencerRemyLvr Category: X-men Comics > Crossovers Views: 2000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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*Let me just make a quick A/N, for those of you that don’t really understand the show Criminal Minds. To those that know, skip ahead to the chapter :) Anyways. Spencer Reid’s dad left when he was ten, leaving Spencer alone with his mother, who is a paranoid schizophrenic. He basically raised himself. At eighteen, Spencer had his mom committed to Bennington Sanitarium. I just realized that some of you might not know CM well so you might not know that fact and I don’t want to confuse any of my readers. Continue on :) Oh, an thank you to my reviewers! You’re wonderful. Every time I start to doubt writing this story, or worry that it’s not doing well, y’all really help keep me going. Merci!*
The next day found the two men on their way out to their trip in Vegas. Their plan was to catch their flight out that morning, giving them enough time to arrive and to settle in before heading to the sanitarium to visit Diana. Spencer was beyond nervous about going to speak with his mother, most especially since, if she was lucid, she wasn’t going to be pleased that he’d waited so long to tell her about the children. But he knew it wasn’t something he could keep putting off. Still, the nerves ate at him when they boarded their flight and they nagged at the back of his mind, keeping him from napping at all for the entire six hour flight. Bless Remy for managing to get them a flight without a single stop or layover; it made it much quicker than it could have been.
It didn’t surprise Spencer when Remy fell asleep within the first hour. Boredom tended to do that to him. With the amount of energy he usually had, if he grew bored it could go one of two ways. Either Remy would start bouncing off the walls, the energy filling him up until it finally poured out of him and left the rest of the world to deal with a hyperactive, bored Cajun; or, he would curl up somewhere and sleep. Spencer was thankful his partner chose sleep. Hyperactivity was not the best option on an airplane. They were already getting enough attention from those that had seen Spencer’s obvious baby belly. No need to add more attention. Plus, Remy was a cuddler when he slept and it was nice to have the man snuggled up against his side, head on his shoulder. Usually their positions were reversed anymore. Remy was always cuddling him and holding him close. For this little while, Spencer got to sit with his arm around Remy, letting the man lay against him.
By the time they arrived, Spencer was most definitely ready to stand up and stretch. The boys had become active during the flight and only movement Spencer had managed so far was a shifting in position and three trips to the bathroom. Usually walking a little seemed to soothe the boys down, but that wasn’t possible on the flight, so he was stuck rubbing his stomach and hoping they’d mellow and quit hitting his bladder.
Bless Remy, he got their bags for them rather quickly and then he was ushering them off to the rental car company that was in the airport. Spencer didn’t even bother paying attention to the scenery around him. Usually he’d be absorbing the fact that he was back home—Vegas would always be a home for him. At the moment, all he felt like doing was pacing the rental company, trying to stretch out the muscles in his legs that felt like they were cramping and the ones in his back that were stiff from the damn airplane seat. Okay, so maybe plane travel was going to be a little out of the question for a while. He felt a little frustrated with himself. Plenty of other people managed travel at this stage in pregnancy! Why on earth did he have to be so, so, achy?
“Come on, mon amour. De car’s ready f’ us.” Remy murmured by his ear. One of his hands settled in the small of Spencer’s back, rubbing ever so slightly, drawing Spencer’s attention to him. The young genius wrinkled his nose and sighed just a little, trying to shake off his thoughts. “Sorry, Rem.” He apologized as they made their way out front where one of the rental employees had brought the car around for them.
Remy kissed his cheek before escorting him to the passenger’s side of the car. “Pas de quoi. Y’ look beat.”
Gratitude filled Spencer when he saw that Remy hadn’t got a low to the ground car, but a nice SUV that was easy to leverage himself into. This wasn’t the type of car he would have pegged Remy to pick out of everything. SUV’s weren’t exactly the man’s style, so to speak. He said nothing about it, though. While Remy loaded their bags into the back, Spencer sat down and stretched his legs out a little, trying to adjust so that his back didn’t ache so much. He closed his eyes and settled back into the seat, listening to the sound of Remy getting into the driver’s seat. The car started and the gentle vibrations were rather soothing. Spencer rested one hand on his stomach, rubbing a little. He reached his other hand over to let it curl over Remy’s thigh.
“Just a bit and we’ll get y’ to de hotel and checked in.” Remy reassured him. “Den we’ll get y’ stretched out and dose muscles eased a little, yeah?”
“Mm. Ease my muscles, hm? You going to rub out the ache for me, Rems?”
The snort from Remy had Spencer cracking his eyes open. His partner shot him a look before his eyes were back on the road. “I aint falling f’ dat one again, Cher. I’ll run y’ a bath but I aint rubbing y’r back or y’r feet f’ y’.”
Spencer let his eyes open a little more and a low-grade pout settled on his lips. “But Remy…”
“Non, Spencer. It’s rest y’ need and y’ and I both know damn well dat y’ aint gonna get no rest if’n I rub y’r back or feet. Y’r a damn nympho, dat’s what y’ are.”
He didn’t bother trying to deny it because they both knew it was true. The past month had definitely showed an upsweep in Spencer’s sex drive. Every inch of him was so much more sensitive than it had been before and it didn’t take much at all to get him in that kind of a mood. Not that it ever had with Remy; the man simply had to be and Spencer was turned on by him. Still pouting, Spencer tried to plead anyways, not bothering with denial. “What if I promise to be good?” At Remy’s dry glance, he amended his words. “Okay, what if I promise to try to be good?”
Laughter tinted the edges of Remy’s words when he replied. “Oh, sure.”
“Are you calling me a liar?”
“Non, Cher. But y’ know dat we’d get in dere, and I’m gonna start rubbing on y’r feet or y’r legs and y’r gonna make dem little happy sounds f’ me. Den y’r gonna convince me to rub at y’r back and y’r gonna twist and arch under m’ hands, making more of dem happy sounds, and den we’re both gonna be hard and it aint gonna take much of nothing to convince dis fool to do what y’ want.”
A little hum built in the back of Spencer’s throat. He slid his hand a little more around Remy’s thigh, lightly rubbing there. “And where’s the problem with that scenario?”
The little sound Remy made had Spencer smiling at him. Still, Remy managed to keep his tone mostly firm. “De problems is dat I promised Henri y’d rest when we got here. He said dat being on de plane was gonna mean y’ needed to eat and rest when we got here.”
“I’ll rest.” Spencer bit his lip and continued to rub at Remy’s thigh. What had started out as an amusing debate had turned into more for him. “After.”
Remy adjusted in his seat, never dislodging Spencer’s hand. That took any heat out of Remy’s protests. If he really didn’t want to do this, he would’ve already picked Spencer’s hand up and moved it. Still, he kept up the debate. “Den y’r gonna wake up to go see y’r mere and y’r gonna be achy and tired cause y’ didn’t sleep enough.”
“It’ll be well worth it.” Mischievously, Spencer let his hand go a little higher, palming the very obvious arousal his lover was now sporting. It was a thrill to watch Remy shift again, his legs shifting just enough to still be able to drive while giving Spencer better access. They stopped at a light and Remy’s head fell back for a second, his hips pushing against Spencer’s firm rubbing. “Dieu, Spencer, y’r gonna make us crash if y’ keep dat up.” He said huskily.
“I’ve done worse while you’ve driven.” Spencer countered. It was true, too.
“Dieu.” Remy repeated. When the light turned green, he drove just a little faster than before to get them to the hotel.
It made Spencer laugh a little when they arrived at the hotel and he watched Remy adjust his coat over himself so that his arousal wouldn’t be obvious to everyone they passed by. Sure, Spencer had to do the same thing, but his belly made his coat stick out just enough that it was easier for him to hide things than for Remy. That mixture of amusement and arousal stayed with Spencer through check-in and even as Remy took his hand and led him to the elevators. He had to resist chuckling when he saw the others in the elevator and the frustration on Remy’s face at being in a crowd of people. The man looked positively antsy, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while the elevator climbed.
Spencer couldn’t resist leaning in, letting his head rest on Remy’s shoulder, one arm going around his waist so that he was snuggled up against Remy’s side. In response, Remy put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The Cajun bent his head to murmur in Spencer’s ear. “I swear, y’r dangerous, y’ know dat?”
“You love me anyways.”
“Dat’s beside de point.” The words were accompanied by a warm chuckle. “Mais, I wouldn’t have y’ any other way, allée chat. Just y’ remember, paybacks are a bitch.”
There wasn’t a chance for Spencer to respond to that teasing threat. The doors opened and Remy was leading him into the hall and down to their hotel room. Then they were inside and Spencer found himself much too busy to think of saying anything. The instant they were inside, Remy kicked the door shut, fisted a hand in Spencer’s coat, and yanked him close for a hard and hot kiss. Their bags were dropped right there in the entryway, left to sit there as Remy backed Spencer against the wall, ravaging the younger man’s mouth.
When they broke apart, Spencer was breathless, his eyes heavy. He opened them just enough to see the glow of Remy’s eyes right in front of him. “Y’r an evil t’ing, Cher.” Remy murmured in a low, husky voice. “Taunting me like dat. Teasing me.”
“Just seeing if you were still interested.” Spencer taunted. He faked a small pout. “I’ve never had to work so hard just to catch your interest before.”
Remy’s hand caught one of his, bringing it down to press it firmly against the tent in Remy’s jeans. He ground against Spencer’s hand and leaned in, nipping at his ear. “Does dat feel like I’m not interested, Cher?” he growled.
A low moan built in Spencer’s throat. Nimble fingers danced up, quickly undoing the button there. His body arched when Remy bit his ear once more. Every nerve ending in Spencer’s body seemed lit up. It was always like this anymore; passion always seeming to sit under the surface, easily brought up. He quickly had Remy’s jeans undone.
How they got from the wall to the bed, Spencer didn’t really pay any attention to. His attention was focused on the hands that were sliding over him, pushing off layers of clothing, and on his own hands that were returning the favor. They broke apart right at the bedside so that they could get their shoes off. Remy took advantage of that time to go back to their bags and raid it for the bottle of lube they wouldn’t dare travel without. When he straightened back up, Spencer had his shoes off and was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. He’d been admiring Remy’s form, watching his graceful movements. “I’ve got to be the luckiest man.” Spencer murmured appreciatively. “To have ended up with such a devastatingly handsome partner.”
“If y’ could see y’rself right now, y’d know I’m de lucky one.” A sexy little smirk was curving Remy’s lips as he sauntered back over to him. He climbed right onto the bed beside Spencer, rubbing their bodies together as he did, letting skin brush against skin so that Spencer shivered. Remy tugged on his arm, pulling him more onto the bed. “Get up here, mon amour.” He purred out. Spencer found himself up in the middle of their king sized bed, stretched out on his side with Remy’s hands running all over him. Finding a position for intimacy was becoming a little more interesting as Spencer’s body grew and his belly got more and more in the way, but they’d found a few that worked.
With the heat between them, neither was in the mood to wait for what they wanted and they both knew Spencer’s newly extra sensitive body wouldn’t last long. Teasing too much could end things far too prematurely. So when Remy started to adjust them, Spencer easily caught on and rolled to his side, letting the man spoon up behind him.
Sensation was driving Spencer out of his mind. He couldn’t think; could only feel. Feel the lips and teeth at the back of his neck, his shoulder. Feel the teasing fingers that lovingly prepared him, making his hips jerk as he begged for more, more, anything. When finally, Remy moved and gave them what they both wanted, Spencer thought he’d scream from it. He pushed back as his lover pushed forward and then he was being filled and stretched and it was perfect, just right, yet not enough. He gave himself no time to adjust before he started rocking his hips, needing the sensation, unable to be still. “Oh, God.” He gasped out. “Remy, baby…”
A low growl sounded against his neck. Remy’s hand was on his hip, fingers clenching slightly as he thrust. And with that, Spencer lost control of his shields, his emotions too strong. Skin to skin like this, lost in the passion, he couldn’t keep his empathy from projecting to Remy, sending his own pleasure over their link to him, breaking down any shields Remy had up. Rarely did they both drop their shields that strongly when together; the overload of passion could be just shy of too much, the dual emotions circling and feeding off one another and sending them higher and higher. Twin gasps echoed in the room. Everything else in the world vanished for them both. Faster and faster they moved, the passion growing higher and higher, He felt Remy’s teeth sink into the curve between shoulder and neck and he was lost. With a hoarse cry, his body snapped taunt as the pleasure ripped its way free, their twined empathy dragging Remy right along with him.
It took almost ten minutes before either one of them could move once more. Even then, it was only long enough to pull the now dirty comforter off the bed so that they could climb underneath the sheets. There, wrapped in one another’s arms, the two happily drifted off to sleep.
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Hours later the young couple was climbing out of their car outside of Bennington. Spencer couldn’t stop himself from stretching slightly as he straightened up, one hand going to rub at the ache in the small of his back. Like Remy predicted, he was tired and achy now, having napped for only a short time. The only thing was, he definitely considered it well worth it. That little reminder made him smile slightly to himself.
“Y’ watch y’rself dere, mon cœur.” The teasing voice drew Spencer back to reality. He looked over to see that Remy had come around to his side of the car and was now smiling at him, easily reading the look on Spencer’s face and the emotions that were present in their link. “We’re about to go see y’r mere. Dat’s de last t’ing y’ need to be t’inking about.”
Spencer blushed a little bit and defended himself. “I was just thinking that you were right, I’m tired and I’m achy, but it was very much worth it.”
Despite all his earlier warnings and teasing, Remy didn’t rub it in now. If anything, he softened slightly. As they made their way toward the entrance of the building, Remy’s hand settled in the small of Spencer’s back, rubbing just slightly. “Dis time when we get back to de hotel, I’ll get a bath run f’ y’ and we’ll work de tension out. Don’t want y’ to be hurting none if’n y’ don’t have to.”
“I’ll be fine, Remy. You worry too much.” Still, Spencer paused at the door to steal a quick kiss. “I’ll take you up on the bath, though. That just sounds heavenly.”
Together, the two made their way to the front desk, easily checking in at the visitor station. Once they were signed in, they moved to the stairs, starting their way up them. Spencer only grimaced a little bit before he started. Stairs were becoming just a bit of a pain for him. He could only imagine what it would be like when he reached the end of the pregnancy. How on earth was he going to navigate the stairs of the mansion when he got that far along? That idea didn’t even bear thinking about at the moment.
When they found his mother, she had just finished her dinner and was settling back into her room to read for a while. Nerves grew in Spencer’s stomach and he found himself rubbing his hand over his belly to soothe himself down. Remy’s hand moved off his back, sliding down to link with Spencer’s free hand, their fingers lacing together. He sent love to Spencer and stood, strong and supportive beside him. Those were what gave Spencer the courage to rap his knuckles against the doorframe. Diana Reid looked up from her book. A smile stretched over her lips. The nerves in Spencer’s stomach changed to a feeling he was extremely familiar with. He knew, even before she spoke, how this was going to go and it saddened him as it always did.
“Hello there.” Diana greeted them warmly. “Did you two come for the reading? I’m sorry, but it was cancelled this evening. The other guests have fallen ill.”
Licking dry lips, Spencer looked at his mother and felt equal parts love and heartache. “How disappointing.” He forced himself to speak in a semi normal voice. “I was so looking forward to it. I do enjoy a good reading. What is it you’re reading this evening?”
The woman looked down at her book, a fond little smile on her lips. “Proust.” When she looked back up, he could see the memories in her eyes. “I used to read this to my son occasionally. He seemed fond of this piece.”
Spencer’s hand tightened on Remy’s. Emotion clogged his throat so that he had to clear it to speak. “I imagine he enjoyed the personal time with you, no matter the book, ma’am. Sometimes there’s simply nothing better than to curl up with one’s mother and be transported to another world through good literature and a soothing voice. I was often fond of listening to my mother read Proust.”
“You’re a sweet one.” As if deciding something, Diana straightened up, her smile growing. “I know the others aren’t coming, but if you two would like, you’re more than welcome to step inside and I’ll read you something different than what was intended. Would you like that?”
“I’d like that very much.”
That was how Spencer and Remy found themselves seated on the couch in Diana’s room, listening to the musical sound of her voice as she propped herself up against pillows on the bed and proceeded to read aloud from the book she’d been reading when they showed up. The words themselves didn’t really matter. Spencer sat tucked under Remy’s arm and just let himself listen to the sound of her voice. He closed his eyes and ran one hand over his stomach, his other resting on Remy’s leg, his memories taking him back in time.
They stayed there until Diana’s voice started to fade a little and Spencer could see that she was falling asleep. He didn’t think before rising and making his way to the bed. With gentle hands he took the book, passing it over to Remy. “Come now, ma’am. I think it’s time for bed.” Turning his head, he looked to Remy. “Would you let them know she’s ready for her night meds? It’s only a little bit early and I doubt she’ll be awake much longer.”
Remy left to go do as he’d been asked. While they waited, Spencer helped adjust the blanket around his mother, bringing it up to tuck around her. She smiled at him once more, that smile that lacked the familiar love to it. As always, he found himself cursing her disease and what it took away from them. It always cut just slightly when he would visit and he would see that blank look on her face that told him clearer than words that she wasn’t all the way there at the moment. That she wasn’t in the reality of the moment and wouldn’t recognize even her own son. But it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last. He had dealt with it more than once and he would deal with it again. Even though she didn’t recognize him at the moment, he knew her and he loved her. That was what mattered.
“You’re such a sweet young man.” Diana said to him when he brushed back a strand of her hair. “And your young man loves you very much. It’s easy to see it.”
“I love him too. Very much so.”
She reached a hand up to lightly brush it over his stomach. “You look as if you two will make a happy family. That’s good. That’s what a child needs in their life; happiness and support. They need someone to love them. How far along are you?”
He didn’t mind the touch of her hand. Even if she didn’t realize that it was her grandchildren in there, he was still going to enjoy this moment with her. “Twenty one weeks. Twins, actually. Twin boys.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. My son’s going to be a father as well, you know.” She said that proudly, not noticing the way that Spencer froze. “His father was just here today, telling me that our little boy is pregnant too. I’m going to be a Grandmother.”
Shock had Spencer’s body frozen in place. Somehow he made his mouth move, though his voice was slightly flat. “Congratulations. You must be thrilled.” Inside, his mind was moving, trying to figure it out. How had William found out? What was going on here? And since when did he come and visit Diana at the hospital? He never visited her! Spencer knew that because he consistently checked each time he came to visit. They kept track of visitors and not once had he seen William’s name on the list. What the hell was going on here?
Oblivious to his tension, Diana smiled in a dreamy sort of way. “Thank you. I am thrilled. He’s going to make the best father. My strong, sweet boy.”
Remy returned just then with an orderly who had Diana’s medication. He moved immediately to Spencer, brows furrowing as he read the emotions in his partner. Spencer was slowly standing, trying to orient himself. What the hell was going on? Nothing was making sense. He heard Remy telling Diana “Merci f’ de story, ma’am. It was a pleasure, f’sure.” And Diana was saying something in reply. Then the orderly was ushering them out of the room and Spencer found himself being led down the hall. One of Remy’s arms was around his waist while the other had reached over to take his hand. “Spencer, Cher, what is it? What’s going on?” he murmured.
Reality returned for Spencer. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts out. Then he walked over to the desk. “Excuse me.” He caught the attention of the attendant there, a woman he recognized. Nurse Ellen had been there almost the entire time Diana had. The elderly woman gave Spencer a warm smile. “Hello, Dr. Reid! Did you have a good visit with your mother today?”
“Ellen, has my father been in to see Mom lately?” He didn’t waste time asking his question.
Ellen raised an eyebrow but she pulled over the visitor logs and checked through them. “Yes, Dr. Reid. He was here twice the past week and once today, actually. Is everything all right? Is there a problem we should be aware of?”
Three times? He’d been to see her three times recently? This didn’t make sense. Why stay away for years and years and then suddenly have three visits in a weeks’ time frame, and conveniently right before Remy and Spencer came to visit and right after this whole debacle with trying to have her removed from the home? “Thank you.” He spoke in an absent sort of way, turning and making his way toward the exit. Remy stuck right with him, not letting go. But once they were outside and near the car, the Cajun turned him, making Spencer stop. “Spencer, talk to me. What’s going on? What’s dis t’ing with y’r Papa?”
“Mom said he was here today and that he’d told her that I was pregnant.” Spencer furrowed his brows, looking down at his stomach. “This isn’t making sense, Rems. None of this is making sense.”
“Why not? Tell me what y’r t’inking.”
“Dad doesn’t visit. Not one time in the entire time Mom’s been here has he visited her. He hasn’t even bothered with her.” Spencer shifted his weight, leaning back against the cool metal of the car. His gaze moved up to Remy, still confused, as he tried to think this out. “Yet recently, look at what’s happened. He tries to remove her from here for no apparent reason. Then, it comes to light that he’s been visiting her. Not only that, but discussing me. How did he know I’m pregnant? I haven’t told him and none of my team would have. So how does he know? And why is he here talking about this with her? These things, they’re all connected somehow, but I’m not understanding how. I don’t understand what’s going on and I don’t like that.”
With each point Spencer listed, Remy’s look grew more and more contemplative. “It don’t make sense to me neither, but I’m not liking it.” Remy agreed with him. “With everything y’ve told me bout de connard, I can’t believe dat he’s just had a sudden surge of familial feelings.” He paused and his expression went just a little hard. “Maybe it’s time f’ Remy to go have a visit with de homme.”
That was enough to bring Spencer’s attention fully to his partner. One look was all it took for him to see that Remy’s protective urges had been fully roused. Spencer switched his focus from the problem with his father to the problem of diffusing that urge in Remy. When the man got protective, he could get a little overboard sometimes. Because he knew the reasoning behind it and could appreciate the love in the gesture, Spencer never got too mad at him for it, but he had learned little ways to help tone it down. Right now what he needed to do was distract the man.
With that in mind, Spencer lifted a hand, flicking Remy’s nose, smirking at the way that Remy startled back from it. “Me.” Spencer told him in a mock stern voice. “Time for me. And no, it’s not. At least, not alone. And not together if you can’t promise to behave yourself. We’ll go see him together, tomorrow.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Right now, we’re going to go find me something to eat. I’m starving.”
One of Remy’s hands came up to rub at his nose. “Merde, Spencer. Y’r a strange one, y’ know dat?”
“Your point?”
“Just thought you should know, yeah.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. “Pick on me later. Now, food. I’m hungry!”
The way that Remy smiled and shook his head had Spencer smiling back. Good. For now, he’d successfully distracted the man. Not to mention, he really was hungry. The two men got into the SUV and Spencer slid his buckle into place while Remy started the car. “What’re y’ hungry f’, mon amour?”
“Waffles.” Spencer answered promptly. He paused before adding. “And a corndog.”
“Waffles and a corndog?”
He nodded at him. “Mm hm.”
Rolling his eyes behind his shades, Remy put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot. “Like I said, y’r a strange one, Spencer.”
“I love you too, Remy.”
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