Hey everyone, here is the new story for you all. I've never done a fanfic with Reid being in an abusive relationship with a man. I like giving all types of writing a go, because you don't know if you're good at it till you give it a try. This is a slash because of the relationship Reid has with an original character but I am open to having him go into a relationship with a member of the team as some of my readers pointed out they'd read if it had Reid going with Morgan or Hotch. So let me know on that. While things may seem quick in the first chapter, more of the past relationship gets shown via flashbacks. It's my first go at this so be nice. Enjoy and I'd love to hear what you think. Also, obviously, Maeve never happened in this storyline.

Warnings - Slash, domestic violence, non con (nothing graphic though). Something you should know about me is that no matter what kind of relationship, I can't write sex for hell. One of my flaws when writing. Even in my personal writing. These warnings apply through the entire fanfic. Don't like, don't read.

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All mistakes are my own

Reid stood outside his apartment, he debated on going back in there. He did this every day. Wondering how he had screwed up his life so much. Taking a deep breath, he turned the key in the lock and walked in. He hung his coat and bag on the hook before walking in, he knew he wasn't alone, the television was on and there were two empty beer bottles on the table. He made his way into the kitchen to find Martin grabbing another beer. Martin came round and kissed him. "There you are. I though you'd be late again."

"No, I made sure I was home on time," Reid smiled stiffly before making his way to the coffee. He couldn't help the way his hand shook as he grabbed a cup. He made his way to the couch after pouring himself some coffee. Martin sat next to him and put an arm around him.

"I love sitting with you on the couch, Spencer. Don't you?" he asked.

"I love it too."

He finished his coffee and put it on the table. Martin put down his beer and began to kiss down his neck. Reid tried to move away but Martin's grip kept him close. "Martin, please not tonight. I've had a long day."

Martin pressed him down to the couch and climbed on top of him, pinning his wrists beside his head. "What have we discussed in the past?"

Reid bit his lip and nodded. "Don't make you angry. It's my fault you get angry."

"That's right. Now, saying no to me, makes me feel angry. I thought you learned from the last time you said no. I love you, Spencer. I hate it when I have to punish you. We're meant to live a wonderful life together. I remember when we first met, you looked amazing in those jeans and our first kiss, I've never felt more alive. Do you love me, Spencer?"

"I love you," Reid lied, staring into his partner's eyes. "Please, I didn't mean to make you angry."

"It's okay, I forgive you," Martin said, before pressing a kiss to Reid's lips. Reid laid still as one of Martin's hand travelled to his belt and unbuckled it. He knew that if he didn't fight and gave Martin what he wanted, it didn't hurt too much. He stared at the ceiling as Martin continued to pull down his trousers. He felt his eyes burn with tears as Martin pulled down his boxers. Sloppy kisses came down his chest. Martin put his hand over Reid's mouth. A muffled, long cry of pain filled the room as Martin began his assault. Reid cried out as it continued, he hated it. It was always rough. His mind took him back to the first time he had ever met Martin, a way of escaping being pinned to the couch and used.

Standing in the bookstore, he already had an armful of new books. He looked up and spotted a book on the top shelf that he wanted. He reached up but couldn't reach. Another hand appeared and took it down for him. "Here you go."

He smiled at the man in front of him. "Thank you."

"I think it's some sort of marketing ploy. Putting all the good books at the top so you have to get someone to get them. That someone then recommends another book that you might buy. I'm Martin."

" I'm Spencer," he nodded. "I'd shake your hand but I got my hands full at the moment."

"Here, let me help," Martin smiled. He took some books and carried them to the till for Spencer. He picked up one book. "You have a wonderful tastes in books, Spencer. I'd love to talk to you about some of the books, over coffee."

Spencer thought for a moment. Martin was very nice, and he seemed trustworthy. It'd been a long time since he'd been with anyone. Not even the team knew that he liked men, a fact he kept hidden from them. "Sure, I'd love to."

Martin finished, holding Reid roughly as he came down from his pleasure high. He kissed Spencer and grinned. "You're always so perfect for me. See, you did feel up to it."

Laying in bed, Reid tried hard to ignore the pain as he woke up. It wasn't as bad as the last time Martin had used him. He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. He took a shower and dressed for work. He brought out some cover up and rubbed it over the small bruises on his face. He did the same with his wrists. He jumped when the bathroom door opened. "You look so handsome," Martin sighed. "Remember, be home by six tonight."

"It's Henry's birthday though. The team is having a little party for him tonight. Please, I'll be home at seven-thirty and no later. Please, Martin."

"No," Martin said adamantly.

Reid bit his lip and walked over to Martin, who was putting face cream on his face. He put his arms around him. "Please, Martin. I'll make it up to you. Baby, please."

He felt revulsion as he kissed Martin's neck. Martin turned around quickly and stroked Reid's face. "Fine, but no later than seven-thirty. Even one minute later and we'll have a problem. I can't say no to you when you talk to me like that."

Reid winced when a hand grabbed his hair. "Ow, Martin, stop."

"I'm not going to wait till tonight for you to make it up to me."

Reid walked into work, feeling miserable. He was the first one into work, since Martin had moved in with him, he was always first into work. He put his bag down at his desk, happy that he'd been able to sneak Henry's gift out of the house. He went to the coffee and grabbed himself a cup of it. He drank a large gulp and felt calmed by it. He liked this time of the day. He didn't have to fake being happy for the team and he wasn't at home, pleasing Martin and in pain. Some days, he thought about leaving but he knew that wasn't an option. Martin had showed him the price of trying to leave.

Martin accepted him going away on cases but demanded a check in call, every three hours, even at night. He also wanted Spencer to speak to him on the phone when he wanted pleasure.

Spencer had fallen so far. He knew he had. He wasn't strong, like he was. His life was now ruled by a man who he despised and loathed.

"Hey, kid," Morgan said, slapping his hand on Reid's shoulder. Morgan worried when he felt him tense at his touch, something that happened more and more often. He took his hand away. "Are you okay, kid?"

"Don't call me a kid. I'm a grown man for god's sake."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I've always called you that. What's wrong?"

Spencer turned around. "Sorry, Morgan. I just haven't been sleeping that well. I'm already on my third coffee."

Morgan didn't believe his friend but nodded. "Are you looking forward to Henry's party?"

"Yeah," Spencer nodded. "Got him his present. I can only stay for two hours though."

"Why?" Morgan questioned. "Henry is your godson and he loves having you around."

"I just have to get home for a phone call. Please, just leave it at that."

"What is wrong with you?" Morgan said, grabbing Reid's arm and bringing him into the empty kitchen area. "You look tired as hell, you're jumpy and the Reid that I know, would want to spend all the time he could with his godson on his birthday. Something is wrong. We've been friends a very long time, just tell me what's wrong."

"I'm fine. You may be my friend but you are digging into my life. I have other things to deal with outside of this place and outside of this team. Look, if something happens, I'll come to you. Just back off for now. Please," Spencer said.

"I'm always just a phone call away," Morgan smiled. "You know that."

"I do. I need to get back to work. So do you, if we have any chance of getting out of this place for Henry's birthday."

"Uncle Spencer!" Henry screamed as he ran up to Reid. Scooping him into his arms, Reid ignored the pain in his body. He hugged his godson close.

"Happy birthday, Henry. You're such a big boy now."

"Did you get me a present?" Henry asked as Reid put him down. Reid smiled and pulled out a medium size box from his bag. He gave the wrapped present to him.

"I hope you like it."

Henry unwrapped the present and gasped with joy. "You got me the toy I wanted!"

"You bet I did."

Henry hugged him and, for a moment, he could forget everything with Martin. "Thanks, Uncle Spence. Love you."

"I love you too, Henry."

Looking at his watch, he knew he had to make his way home. He had twenty-five minutes and knew he might hit some traffic. He put down his drink and went over to JJ.

"JJ, I need to leave. I have to get home for something."

"Oh, Henry loves having you here," she said. Henry came up behind her.

"Uncle Spence, please don't go. I need help beating Morgan at the game."

Reid looked into Henry's eyes. He knew that hell would be at home when he got there but he couldn't refuse his godson. "I guess I can sort it out tomorrow. Come on, let's go kick Morgan's butt."

Standing outside the door, he knew that pain and misery was waiting for him. It was nine at night. He walked in and found all the lights off, apart from the bedroom. He locked the door and made his way to the bedroom. He walked in and saw Martin on the bed, reading a book. He put down his bag. "Martin, I'm really sorry about being late. Henry didn't want me to leave and the others were getting suspicious. Staying took that suspicion away. Please, forgive me. I didn't plan on staying out this late."

Martin sighed and put down his book. "Come and sit next to me, Spencer."

Reid quickly went to the other side of the bed, he sat next to Martin. "Are you angry at me?"

"No, baby. I'm not angry," Martin sighed. "I guess I can understand you want to spend time with Henry."

He rolled over and made Reid lay underneath him. He rolled him on his stomach. Reid laid there as Martin pulled down his trousers and began using him again. He whimpered as Martin began. He knew that Martin did have some anger.

"It hurts," Reid moaned before grabbing the bed frame.

"Well, it doesn't hurt for me. Shut up and take it."

Reid sidestepped as he danced with Martin. He didn't like to dance but Martin did. He was in his pyjama bottoms and a baggy shirt. He was leaning on Martin's shoulder as they danced in the bedroom.

"Spencer, I love you," Martin said, his voice sounding strange.

"You like saying that," Reid said gently.

"I put rules in place for you to follow. You just keep breaking them and you let your friends corrupt you. I can't take it anymore. I know you don't love me, as much as I love. That hurts so much. I need someone who loves me. This isn't going to work."

"You want to break up?" Reid asked, keeping the joy out his voice. He knew Martin would notice if he was happy.

"I do. I need to find someone who will make me happy."

Reid smiled out of Martin's sight. His smile turned into a soundless scream as he felt pain ripped through his stomach. He cried out and tried to get away from Martin. The pain disappeared again, only to reappear again. He screamed this time but that scream was soon silenced as Martin pinned him against the wall and put a hand over his mouth. He screamed again as something got ripped out of him and plunged back in. Reid heard something metal hit the floor. Martin's other hand came up and touched his face, smearing blood over his cheek. He kissed him before coming away.

"I loved you," Martin cried before letting Reid fall to the floor.

Reid hit the floor, he pressed his hand to his stomach and tried to control the panic, fear and pain, all fighting to take over his body. Martin walked away from his body, leaving him to die. His vision blurred into darkness, he stayed awake long enough to see blood covering his stomach.

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I'll be updating this every two days for you all. Also the title is thanks to LaRieNGuBleR's suggestion. Thanks!