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Your Pleasure is My Business	By : graballz Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 3140 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters portrayed within. I just love them dearly and make no money from this.

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Title: Your Pleasure is My Business
Author: Graballz
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, H/C Hurt/Comfort, COMPLETE, HJ, M/F (explicit), NonCon, ONESHOT, Oral, preslash (M/M)
Characters/Pairing: Hotch/Megan Kane (explicit), preslash Hotch/Rossi
Summary: Set at an indeterminate time after episode 4.16 "Pleasure is my Business". The team searches for a female suspect who uses her professional skills as a high class call girl to lure and kill high-powered executives. SPOILERS: The end of the episode is Hotch sitting with Megan Kane (the unsub) while she dies from drinking poisoned champagne. She felt betrayed by every man in her life, except Hotch, and he releases the names of the other executives, including her father, as a promise to her that he won't let her just disappear.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters portrayed within. I just love them dearly and make no money from this.
Author's Note: Based on the episode, I felt that Hotch wouldn't have slept with Megan, but this is my take on what would have happened, had she ever gotten the chance to seduce him. I tried not to change the actual episode, but I had to "bring her back to life" since she did technically die. Let me just also say that while the main focus is the sexual encounter between Hotch and Megan, this is preslash for Hotch/Rossi, my favorite pairing, and the end quote refers to their "beginning" relationship. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

                “Sex is an emotion in motion.” –Mae West

                When Aaron Hotchner woke, the first thing he registered was that he was laying flat on his back in a hotel room, naked. He tried to bring a hand to his face, only to find it tied. He tugged, craning his neck to look at one arm, then the other, and then he looked down in dismay to find that he was spread-eagle with each of his limbs tied to the poster. The ties were solid yet not constricting. He struggled for a few more minutes before he gave up, breathing hard as he stared at the ceiling, trying to think through his headache.
                He knew he should have waited, but he went in anyway, gun drawn, and the unsub had successfully sneaked up behind him and knocked him out.
                “Hello, Aaron,” said a familiar voice, and Hotch’s head shot up.
                Megan Kane stood in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She held his gun in her hand as she sauntered towards him. She was trying to smile, but her mouth kept twitching downward. There were old tear stains on her cheeks that she hadn’t bothered to wipe away.
                “Megan?” Hotch looked at her incredulously.
                “You kept your promises,” she said, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed, looking down at him fondly. “All of them.”
                “You died,” he said in confusion. “I watched you die.”
                “I was clinically dead for twenty minutes,” Megan explained. “They revived me in the ambulance and pumped my stomach at the hospital. They got the poison out and brought me back. But you stayed with me.”
                “I promised you I would,” Hotch replied, brow furrowed. After Megan went limp, Hotch had gotten up and left the entire premises, knowing Morgan and Rossi would take over. He held onto the SIM card, knowing it was best if he didn’t hang around. Morgan directed the crime scene from the hotel room, where apparently the paramedics arrived just moments after Hotch left. Rossi was down in the basement with Prentiss, arresting Andrew Kane, and he assisted Morgan from there.
                Kane had resigned his position after Hotch leaked the list, the way he promised he would, but that also gave the Attorney General the plausible deniability he needed.
                “And you didn’t let me disappear,” Megan continued, smiling and brushing away a stray tear. “You gave them my list.”
                “I promised you that too,” Hotch repeated.
                “And for that, I want to thank you,” Megan said, standing and slowly untying her bathrobe. Underneath she wore a black negligee. “I didn’t know what you liked,” she said, indicating apologetically.
                “Megan, don’t do this,” Hotch shook his head, tugging at his restraints again, keeping an eye on the gun in her hand that, up to this point, had rested quietly in her lap.
                “Shhh,” she said, putting her finger to his lips as she stared down at him. “It still amazes me that your wife could have left someone like you,” she said, leaning down and kissing his lips gently.
                He froze, instinctively beginning to kiss her back, but he stopped himself. She continued, opening and closing her mouth softly against his, coaxing until he responded.
                She smiled against his mouth when he kissed her back and pulled away. She looked into his eyes as she reached between his legs to caress his manhood with her hand. Predictably, Hotch began to get hard under her ministrations.
                “No, Megan, please…” Hotch gasped, his eyes closing involuntarily. He forced them back open, knowing that there was panic and possibly vulnerability in his expression. His guard wasn’t in place, and he knew it. He prayed she wouldn’t be able to see it.
                “This is my way of saying thank you,” she said simply, stroking him with a practiced, almost clinical hand while she held his gaze. “This is what I’m good at.”
                “You’re good at lots of other things,” Aaron gasped, his back arching against the restraints as her hand moved over his neglected shaft.
                “Like what, Aaron?” She cocked her head to the side, blinking at him innocently. “Oh wait, it’s a little difficult for you to think right now, isn’t it? How long has it been, Aaron? How long has it been since a woman has pleasured you?”
                “Megan, please let me go…” Aaron panted, fully aroused. She was right; it was difficult for him to put a coherent thought together while she was touching him, and he tried to ignore her questions about his personal life.
                “Just relax, Aaron,” she cooed, moving down to kneel between his legs. “I’ll take care of you.”
                The gun was still in her right hand while her left hand stroked him. She held his gaze, leaning forward until her lips encircled the head of his cock. She brushed her tongue over his slit, feeling the precum mingle with her saliva. She sucked lightly and then slowly began to take the rest of his shaft into her mouth.
                Aaron moaned loudly at the feel of Megan’s mouth sucking his cock. Aaron could count the number of blow jobs he’d had from Haley on one hand, and he’d certainly never had one from anyone else, even after her death.
                Megan grasped the base of his shaft in her left hand and continued to stroke, raising her head up enough to talk.
                “Does that feel good, Aaron? Tell me how good it feels,” she purred, licking all around the head of his cock, pressing her tongue against the underside before lowering her head to lick strongly up and down the shaft and base.
                Aaron groaned, fighting the urge to answer her. His body was on fire with pleasure, and she seemed to know exactly how to touch him. His breath got shorter when she took him in her mouth again, completely this time, and proceeded to deep throat as much of his length as she could get into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down a little faster than she had been before. Aaron’s eyes rolled as he alternately tensed and relaxed. His back arched, but his arms were still restrained, so he would jerk upwards and then relax back down in to the bed.
                Her manicured nails scraped gently over the insides of his thighs, making his muscles quiver with anticipation and building his climax.
                “See, this is what’s sad, Aaron,” Megan tossed her head back, continuing the rhythm with her hand. This time, his cock was slick with her saliva, and she used that to her full advantage, closing her fist around his penis with a gentle twisting motion, allowing him to slide through her fingers.
                “It’s sad that here you are, untouched and so unwilling to be pleasured,” Megan continued, “while the men you work for pay me thousands of dollars to do this to them, as if they deserve it. But you, you’re a good man, Aaron, and you do deserve it. And what happens? Your wife leaves you, and you are about to come from a simple blow job. Well, this is the least I can do to say thank you, so please don’t be mad at me when this is over. I just want to show you how grateful I am, and you deserve so much more than this.”
                Megan was about to continue with the blow job when she sensed someone behind her.
                “Freeze, FBI!” David Rossi stood in her line of sight over her left shoulder, gun drawn and pointed at her. He kept shooting glances from her to Aaron, who had looked over at him helplessly. Derek Morgan stood in the doorway beside Rossi, keeping an eye on her gun hand. She was too close to Hotch for either of them to take the shot safely.
                “Let me finish him first,” Megan snapped, glaring at Rossi. “He at least deserves that.”
                Morgan moved into the room, coming up on her right side, while Rossi moved slowly into the room on her left.
                “Stay back or I’ll shoot,” she warned, turning her gun hand over so that the barrel now pointed at Hotch’s side, still laying on the bed.
                Both Rossi and Morgan froze, though neither lowered their weapon.
                Megan kept an eye on Rossi as she lowered her mouth back to Aaron’s erect cock. When she was satisfied he wasn’t going to shoot her, she turned back to face Aaron fully, forcing his length down her throat again.
                Morgan watched in dismay as she pleasured the unit chief, and he swallowed hard, throwing glances to Rossi, who looked stricken but determined. The senior profiler shook his head imperceptibly, and Morgan nodded back, just as imperceptibly. Morgan knew that Rossi had just implicitly told him not to sneak up on Megan because until they intruded, the gun hadn’t been pointed at Hotch.
                They stood there, watching and listening to Hotch’s muted cries of pleasure, the most intimate sounds a person could make. Though Morgan’s skin didn’t allow his blush to be visible, he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He felt a sense of shame for ‘intruding’—even unwillingly—into the realm of Hotch’s personal life, namely the way he reacted in bed.
                Dave swallowed hard, trying to send Aaron a message with his eyes and his expression.
                It’s okay. We’re here for you. You’re not alone in this, but we will protect your vulnerability.
                Aaron kept his eyes on Dave, even as Megan began to bob her head faster up and down his shaft. He could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine, and he knew that, however reluctant he might be, his climax was inevitable. That was her goal, and she knew the most efficient way to get there.
                He continued to writhe as she pushed him closer to the edge. Her hand slipped lower to fondle his balls while her mouth wrapped the head of his cock in the unbearable heat of her mouth. The suction was incredible, and Aaron could feel his control slipping. He mouthed Dave’s name a couple of times without words, keeping his eyes on his partner. He could feel the intensity of Dave’s gaze as the older profiler didn’t look away, and suddenly Aaron wished it was Dave who was pushing him over the edge into this orgasm.
                Megan let go of the gun at the last second, wrapping her hand around the base of Aaron’s shaft while she pushed her knuckles into his perineum, dragging her tongue up the underside of his cock one last time as he cried out loudly at last, his hot release pulsing into her mouth.
                Aaron climaxed as need finally overtook his body. His muscles shook and trembled, and he felt the white hot pleasure flood his body and short-circuit his mind. He was dimly aware of her mouth working him over, swallowing his seed, but his senses blurred. He lost sight of Dave as his eyes were forced closed, and a series of whimpers escaped helplessly as he rode the wave of his orgasm.
                There was a brief jolt, but Aaron’s eyes rolled back in his head as he continued to float. Suddenly Dave was near him, calling his name, and Aaron found his hands and feet unbound one at a time. He couldn’t think rationally because his brain was still flooded with pleasure, and the emotional reaction to his release hit him all at once. He tried to sit up, only to curl in on himself and fall face first into Dave’s strong chest, crying.
                Morgan twitched as soon as Megan let go of the gun, putting his own away as he waited for Hotch’s release. As soon as he climaxed, Morgan moved in and grabbed the gun, dropping it to the floor beside the bed as he grabbed Megan’s arms from behind and physically dragged her mouth off of the unit chief’s cock.
                She let go without struggling, and as soon as they were clear, Dave holstered his weapon and quickly untied Aaron. He could tell the man was still caught in the throes of the climax forced upon him, but he didn’t anticipate Aaron crumpling in on himself. Dave’s arms were around Aaron, pulling him close and holding him solidly while the younger man began to cry against his chest.
                Dave squeezed Aaron tight, simply holding him. He rested his cheek on the back of Aaron’s head, rocking slightly for comfort, but otherwise, he just let Aaron cry himself out. Dave looked around as Aaron began to shiver, and without letting go, he leaned over and plucked the sheet up from the foot of the bed. Aaron pulled it up to his waist, covering his nakedness, while Dave’s hands rubbed up and down his bare back and over his shoulders.
                “You came for me,” Aaron choked, sitting back a little.
                “Always,” Dave replied, releasing his hold just enough to allow Aaron to sit up. He brushed the back of his hand over Aaron’s wet cheek, and the unit chief leaned into the touch.
                “Dave, I-…I didn’t want this,” Aaron took a deep breath, breaking eye contact as he tried to explain.
                “Aaron, it’s okay, I understand,” Dave replied soothingly. “You don’t have to explain it to me. I know.”
                “She said she wanted to thank me for keeping my promises to her,” Aaron said, his voice going hollow. Dave’s mouth tightened; Aaron was beginning to sound like a victim of a sexual crime, trying to distance himself from the violation he just experienced. Though he hadn’t been penetrated and though he’d climaxed, technically, the entire encounter was nonconsensual.
                “She was right about one thing,” Dave said, raising Aaron’s face so that he could look Aaron in the eye. The younger profiler seemed to come back into himself, not looking so lost when he could anchor himself in his connection to Dave. “You deserve so much more than what you’ve been dealing with.”
                “Dave…” Aaron protested, but Dave shook his head firmly.
                “You are a good man, Aaron,” he said simply, and Aaron’s face crumpled again.
                “I came like any horny schoolboy,” he said angrily, fighting a losing battle with tears again. “I am no different than any of the other men she sleeps with, if I couldn’t even stop myself from getting hard or getting off.”
                “Whoa, stop right there, Aaron, this is not your fault,” Dave said, alarmed. “She is a professional. Aaron, she knows how to manipulate your body. You did not take advantage of her. If anything, she took advantage of you.”
                “But I’ve been so lonely,” Aaron admitted, ashamed. “I haven’t been with anybody since Haley…and even before we were separated, we hadn’t…been intimate…in a very long time.”
                “And so you tied yourself to the bed and made her give you a blow job?” Dave asked dryly.
                “No, but I didn’t stop her,” Aaron shook his head, exasperated. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
                “And you think that if you’d been getting sex regularly, you would have? Aaron, that is so unrealistic. Your responsiveness has nothing to do with how long ago you had sex; hell, you could’ve had sex this morning and still responded this way,” Dave pointed out.
                “It’s not unrealistic,” Aaron protested weakly. “It’s just that…this part of my emotions has been shut down for so long, and now…” he trailed off as his lower lip began to tremble again.
                “And now she’s tapped into it, and you can’t turn it off again,” Dave finished, finally understanding Aaron’s frustration, and he pulled Aaron to him again. He could feel the younger profiler rub his cheek along Dave’s collarbone as he nodded in answer to Dave’s assertion, looking for comfort, and Dave decisively kissed the top of Aaron’s head.
                “You don’t have to turn it off,” Dave said quietly. “You deserve happiness, Aaron. I’m here for you. I’ve got you, and I’m not going anywhere, so you can rest here. You can be vulnerable with me. I’ll protect you.”
                “But…” Aaron protested, raising his head to give Dave a look of confusion and was rewarded with a soft expression in David Rossi’s eyes. It hit him in a flash, and he realized that Dave loved him, and he was surprised to find that, when he thought about it, the feeling was mutual.
                Without another word, Dave leaned forward and kissed him. This time Aaron didn’t hesitate to return the kiss full force. He could feel the scratchiness of Dave’s short beard and the manly feel of Dave’s tongue against his. Even after what he just went through, Aaron could feel excitement stirring in the pit of his stomach.
                “You see, you didn’t respond to her because you were sexually deprived,” Dave said. “You’re a guy, and you got hard. It’s what we do. But if you’re worried about that affecting your job performance, I am happy to take you home and give you as many orgasms as it takes for you to be satisfied and believe otherwise. You are a very good man, Aaron Hotchner; you are a rare breed and one of the best. You’re the best profiler I know, and I will not allow you to doubt yourself over this.”
                Aaron blinked in surprise, but Dave’s words filled him with warmth and hope and strength, and he nodded. He was hopeful to believe Dave was right and aroused to think of what Dave said: that they would be going home together, which made Aaron feel happier than he thought he had any right to feel.
                Dave would help him, and together they would figure this out, make it make sense, and come to terms with it. Aaron smiled and leaned forward to kiss Dave once more on the mouth before they broke apart to find Aaron’s clothes and close the case so they could move on to taking their friendship to the next level.

                “Sex is more than an act of pleasure; it’s the ability to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it's almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you're a part of them.” –Author Unknown

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