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Knights of the Old Republic Episode I: Force Bond	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Knights of the Old Republic

Ahmose Inarus

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Criminal Minds, and I most certainly do NOT own Star Wars.e

SLASH WARNING!!! H/R

Chapter 13

PLANET: CORUSCANT

LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE

TIME: AFTERNOON

When Reid awoke, he found Hotch sitting next to the bed. Reid turned red.

“I… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Hotch asked, moving to sit on the side of the bed.

“… I didn’t mean to… to fall asleep… in your bed.”

“It’s okay. If I didn’t want you there I wouldn’t have put you there. Can you sit up?” Reid slowly did so. He then noticed that Hotch was holding a steaming bowl. “Can you eat for me?”

“Yes.” Reid said, softly. But then he scowled when Hotch lifted the spoon to his lips. “I can feed myself, Hotch.” Hotch chuckled and let Reid take the bowl.

“Eat slowly.”

“I know, Hotch.” Reid sighed, rolling his eyes. And he sipped the broth. After a while he noticed that Hotch was just sitting there, staring at him. Reid blinked and lowered the spoon. “… What?”

“… I love you.” Hotch said, suddenly. Reid blinked again, then lowered his eyes and blushed, sipping more of the broth. Hotch smiled. He reached out and laid a hand on the boy’s thigh. Reid stared down at the hand, then looked up at Hotch again. Then he set down the bowl on the bedside table and took Hotch’s hand.

“… I love you, too.” He gasped, sounding frightened.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch asked.

“… This is… forbidden.”

“I know.” Hotch breathed, and grinned. “And you know what?”

“… What?”

“I don’t care.” Reid blinked at Hotch’s proclamation, startled, but then he flushed and smiled.

“… Really?”

“Was that your way of giving me a way out?” Hotch asked, smirking.

“… I… um.. I guess?” Reid stammered, nervously twirling his Padawan braid around his index finger.. Hotch chuckled and reached out, pulling Reid into his arms.

“Spencer… You and I are bound together. Forever.”

“I love you.”

“… There’s something I have to tell you.” Hotch sighed, and Reid blinked and sat back, staring.

“What?”

“We have a Force Bond, Spencer.”

“… What?”

“We have a Force Bond.” Hotch said again. Reid stared at him.

“How?” The boy finally asked.

“Gideon and Rossi found it. It appeared the day after the night we spent in the Shadow Lands on Kashyyyk.” Hotch said, softly. Reid paled.

“Do… Do they know? About… what we did?!”

“I don’t think so.” Hotch said, shaking his head. He laid a hand on Reid’s head and pulled the boy in to kiss his forehead. “Don’t worry. Everything is okay. And you should know…” Reid blinked up at his elder lover. “… It’s thanks to the Bond that you’re alive. Master Kitata Ree said that because of the Bond we have, I was able to keep you alive long enough for us to save you.”

“The Council knows?!” Reid cried in horror.

“They are intrigued.” Hotch confirmed. “And they have encouraged us to strengthen our Bonds.”

“They—what?! Wait wait… did you say ‘Bonds’? As in… PLURAL?”

Hotch chuckled. “Nothing gets by you. Yes. Bonds plural. You and I aren’t the only ones. Our Bond is the strongest by far, yes, but we all seem to be developing bonds.” Hotch revealed. “… The entire team.”

“… Wow.”

“Yeah.” Hotch snorted softly. “I know. A web of Force Bonds forming in a group has never been seen before.” Reid sighed and moved to lean against the man and Hotch held him close. Reid smiled slightly and cuddled closer. Hotch smiled. “I love you.”

“… Can I ask you something?” Reid whispered.

“Of course.”

Reid was quiet for a long time before he finally said, “Do you feel… violated after what happened?”

“… Of course.” Hotch said in a low tone, tightening his arms around the boy. “Who wouldn’t?”

“Did they… Lay any eggs…? In you?”

“Two.”

“And… in me?”

“… Eleven.” Hotch whispered, and Reid sat silent for a long time before letting out a deep sigh.

“I can only remember the first few…” He rested his head on Hotch’s chest and the man just held him. “I feel better when I’m with you.” Reid murmured. “I feel… safe.”

“I’m glad.” Hotch whispered. They sat there for a long time, until Reid’s rhythmic breathing let Hotch know that the young Padawan had fallen asleep. Smiling, Hotch lowered the boy to rest on the pillow and he tucked him in.

Reid slept for an hour, and when he awoke he insisted on going to the Meditation Chambers. Hotch went with him, and they meditated for the rest of the afternoon. Hotch could feel Reid using the Force to recover his strength, and using their Bond, Hotch helped him. As they left to go to dinner, Reid smiled up at the man.

“That was marvelous. I feel SO much better!”

“See?” Hotch said, smiling back. “The Bond is a useful tool.”

“It is…”

“You know… we can sense each other’s emotions with it.”

“Really?”

“… When you were in the Pit…” Hotch said, “I could feel your emotions. The betrayal… the confusion… the fear… and then I could feel your pain. When you were in the infirmary, I constantly monitored you. I could sense whether or not you were resting easy or…” He sighed. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

They entered the dining hall and the team waved them over. Reid sat down, grinning as he was pounced by JJ, Garcia and Emily. He hugged them all, and realized that Hotch was right… there WERE Force Bonds between them all. He could feel their joy in subtle brushes up against his mind. He felt a swell of pride that could only be described as Paternal. He looked up and smiled at Gideon, who smiled back. A moment later Hotch and Reid’s dinner was delivered. Reid once again had broth, and he was fine with that… his stomach was still feeling delicate.

After dinner they all went their separate ways. Reid ended up in the archives. Hotch and Gideon followed him, discretely… partially because of how protective they felt towards Reid, and partially because they couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“… What’s he looking up?” Hotch asked.

“YOU’RE the one with the strongest Bond. You tell me.” Gideon murmured.

“I can feel his emotions… that’s it.” Hotch hissed back.

“… He’s in the ‘V’ section.” Gideon frowned. Hotch’s eyes widened.

“Vi’Tani.” The man gasped.

“You really think so?”

“What else could it be?”

“Why would he be looking up the Vi’Tani?!” Gideon asked, alarmed. They watched as the apprentice pulled down a Holocron.

“Wait…” Hotch breathed, suddenly looking just as anxious as Gideon. “HE will be on there!!!”

“What?!” Gideon blurted, eyes wide.

“They took records of his withdrawal from the Vi’Tani Nectar! I’m willing to wager they added it into the Vi’Tani Holocron! And not just the records from the infirmary, but they probably downloaded records from T5-A1 on the BAU right after it happened!”

“You don’t really think he’d…?” Gideon trailed off. He already knew the answer to his question. They quickly went after Reid, only to find that Reid had gone into a private study room and locked the door behind him.

Reid closed the door and locked it behind him, then set down the Holocron and stared at it. He took a deep breath and activated it, first pulling up the file that was on him. He watched in silent horror as the hologram of himself writhed on the narrow bed in the Medbay of the BAU, crying piteously in the aftermath of the Vi’Tani attack. The Medical Droid, T5-A1, was trying to stabilize him with little success. He winced when he was restrained and the droid pumped his stomach… and he had to look away when the droid began the slow process of removing the eggs. A cold, monotone voice narrated, offering information… Reid recognized the voice as belonging to one of the Na’Vi Healers, focusing on staying objective and not sounding emotional. She told how many eggs were retrieved from his body, how much Nectar had been consumed, how close the eggs were to hatching at the time of their removal and reporting the status of “The Patient”, as he was called.

He watched as the progression of his withdrawal was cataloged and described in detail. He watched himself at the peak of his symptoms with the sweating, and racing pulse and respiration, the tremors… the seizures. He watched the Masters struggling to ease his suffering, and finally the team interfering when that final Grand Mal seizure had him virtually in his death throes.

After he had taken in everything he began to browse the files, trembling… one caught his attention. He hesitated for a moment, then opened it. A hologram appeared. A green skinned male Twi’Lek was restrained on a bed, looking dead... His belly was severely distended, and then Reid realized, it was moving… undulating. The Twi’Lek let out a weak cry, before he arched his back and let out a scream of agony, struggling against his restraints. His scream fell into wet coughing, and blood flew from his lips.

A moment later, his stomach literally ripped open and small tentacles burst out as the Vi’Tani hatchlings fought to free themselves of their host. Reid’s hands flew to his mouth and he watched in sick horror. He blinked his eyes and for a moment, it was himself that he saw, screaming as the Vi’Tani hatchlings tore through his body… His legs collapsed beneath him and he dragged himself back against the wall, tears flooding down his face as he watched the Twi’Lek in the holovid die a slow, agonizing death.

Outside of the room, Hotch grew alarmed when he felt his lover’s sick distress.

“Hotch!” Gideon yelped when the man suddenly drew his Lightsaber and plunged it into the door, quickly cutting a hole through the light metal. “… Strauss is going to have your head for this when the Archivists tell her…” Gideon groaned as Hotch leapt through the hole.

“Spencer…?!” Hotch called, quickly kneeling by the young man’s side. “Gideon! Stop that!” Gideon did as he was told, de-activating the Holocron and removing it from the room. “Spencer…” Hotch murmured, taking Reid’s shoulders and moving right in front of the boy. “… why did you do that?!” Reid didn’t response. Hotch gave him a shake. “WHY!?”

Reid’s eyes snapped to meet Hotch’s gaze, and slowly he lowered his hands.

“I’m sorry.” Reid whispered.

“Why?” Hotch asked again.

“I… I had to see.” Reid managed to say. “I had to know. I… I’m so sorry…”

“Shh…” Hotch said, and held him close. “Know what?”

“Know how bad I was… and… how bad it COULD have been…”

“Why would you need to know that?!” Hotch demanded.

“I… I don’t know…” Reid gasped, shaking his head. “I just did…” Hotch sighed and closed his eyes giving Reid a tight hug, then helping him to his feet.

“Come on, now… let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”

“… I’ve been in bed almost all day!” Reid howled.

“And you’re going BACK there. NOW.” Reid jumped at the order from the doorway. Master Tarash Virr said sternly. Reid blinked, then seemed to puff up.

“BUT—“

“NOW.” Snarled Master Raahn Syr, the large cat-like man ducking his head to peer in at them through the hole in the door.

“Yes, Master.” Reid squeaked, quickly deflating the shrinking in on himself, and Hotch grinned at the deep, deep chuckle from the Cathar Master, watching as he lashed his tail with an amused grin.

“… Strauss will have your head when the Archivists tell her what you did.” He rumbled, and Gideon chuckled to himself at the glare from Hotch.

“Aaron. See the Padawan to bed. NOW.” Master Virr said again.

“Thank you, Master.” Hotch said, and the Miraluka smirked, then placed a hand on Reid’s head.

“Behave yourself and do as you are told, Little Brother.” He said, giving the boy an affectionate smile.

“I will, Tarash.” Reid mumbled, pouting.

“Keep a close eye on him, Aaron.” The Cathar Master said, and walked away with Master Virr. Hotch turned and looked at Reid.

“Come on.” He said, and took Reid back to his room.

Over the next week, Reid grew stronger. He began to eat light solids, and his stomach tolerated them relatively well. Over that week, Hotch and Reid were never apart. Hotch worried that the Council might be nosy about it, but to his surprise and relief they encouraged it, and encouraged the strengthening of their Bond. In fact, they had been instructed to spend time every day focusing on their bond, with Noria and Ralko overseeing their progress.

The latest exercise they had been put through was having Hotch and Reid stand on opposite sides of the training grounds. Hotch was blindfolded and had to use his Bond with Reid to mirror the boy’s movements. They had gone through several Lightsaber forms flawlessly before retiring for the night.

They had gone to dinner and returned to Hotch’s room. Hotch made the Padawan bathe, and then he took his turn. When he finished, he found the boy pacing in his sitting room.

“Now, what has YOU so antsy?” Hotch asked.

“Just… Just thinking…”

“About what?”

“… About what happened to us. I mean… was it really rape? How am I supposed to feel about it? Is the… recovery the same? I mean… it’s not like I had sex… they just… laid their eggs… right?”

Hotch sighed. “Spencer… sit down.” Reid blinked at him, and did so. Hotch sat down next to him. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to convince yourself that what happened to you isn’t as damaging as you feel.” He reached out and gently stroked Reid’s cheek. “But while no, they didn’t force themselves on us for their own sexual or sadistic pleasure, you and I were still attacked, brutalized and violated… we were penetrated and… forced into arousal and orgasm… while the Vi’Tani did not consciously do it to hurt us, it doesn’t mean that what they did can’t be rape. Because for us… it was. We feel violated because we were. And trying to pretend that we weren’t isn’t healthy.”

Reid let out a soft sigh, drooping. Hotch just smiled and wrapped an arm around Reid, gently kissing his forehead.

“Come on, Spencer… time to sleep.” And Hotch tucked Reid into his bed, then went out to his couch in the sitting room, making himself comfortable.

He felt as though he had only just fallen asleep when he was awoken by soft whimpers and cries. Groggy, Hotch stumbled to his feet and into his bedroom. Reid was squirming in his bed, gasping.

“Spencer?” Hotch called, sitting on the edge of the bed and running his hand through Reid’s hair. “Come on, baby… wake up now…”

And with a gasp, Reid jerked awake. His wide eyes darted around, and then came to rest on Hotch. And then, suddenly, a wave of lust came rushing through their Bond, and Hotch realized that it wasn’t a nightmare that Reid had been in the throes of…

Reid sat up slightly and Hotch leaned in. Their lips embraced. Desire overcame them, passion dulling their senses. Hands fumbled with clothing, and in the back of Hotch’s mind, a voice was screaming at him to stop… that this was NOT healthy for them after what had happened. Hadn’t he just told his lover hours earlier that they had indeed been violated? Raped, even? He had told Reid that pretending it wasn’t what it was wouldn’t be healthy… so… what were they doing now?!

But he couldn’t stop himself… he wanted the boy so badly, and he could feel Reid wanted him with equal intensity. Before he knew it, their naked bodies were entwined. For a moment, Hotch again listened to that voice telling him to stop, that this wasn’t HEALTHY for them!!! But after a moment, he told that voice to fuck off… He needed this, and to hell with everything else… And besides… their mental health wasn’t what Reid’s mind was on… Hotch could feel it over the link. Reid wasn’t afraid of the psychological repercussions there may be if they pursued this… he was afraid of them getting caught!

“Ah… Aaron… we… what… what now?” Reid gasped. Hotch stared at him for a long time before he spoke.

“That depends… do you want to listen to your heart, your mind, or your body?”

“Well… honestly? It’s kind of hard to listen to my mind right now… And… my heart is kind of going along with the rest of my body…”

"Well then…” Hotch breathed, pulling Reid into his arms. “What does your BODY want?”

“… I want you…” Reid gasped. “I want to feel you against me… on me… IN me… No matter WHAT has happened to me… to… to US! But Aaron! Not in the Temple!” Hotch just smirked, fixing his gaze on Reid’s naked body, eyes smoldering in lust. Reid froze as the lust surged over their Bond, making his body burn to be touched, and after a moment of confusion Reid whined.

"Well?" Hotch said smirking. "Tell me what you want."

Reid stared at Hotch, horrified, then shook his head, squirming.

"You may as well be honest with yourself, Spencer. I know what your body is saying..." Hotch hissed, moving close to Reid's ear, his breath tickling Reid's neck. "You want this…”

“We… We could get caught!” Reid whined while leaning away from Hotch.

“Kind of makes it a bit more fun, hm?” Hotch chuckled.

Reid's eyes widened. "... Huh?"

Hotch chuckled. "Let me in, baby." He hissed, a hand trailing over the boy’s bared buttocks. "I'll make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. I can show you that it still feels good." He said calmly. "If you're willing to let me." And he nipped lightly at Reid's neck lovingly.

Reid let out a little squeak and shivered all over... that felt so GOOD! He gave a whimper, then went limp in defeat.

"There you go..." Hotch purred, nuzzling him. "Just let me love you..." he crooned, stealing Reid's lips in a heated kiss.

Reid let out a squeal and thrashed but slowly began to relax, and even return the kiss slightly. It was incredible… the closer they were physically, the more their bond surged, and the further into their past the Vi’Tani attack was forced…

After a moment, Hotch broke the kiss. “Stop being so nervous. It’s okay…” And Hotch slid a hand up Reid's heated chest, pinching a lonely nipple. “And I intend to show you a good time…” Reid jumped and moaned this time, shivering again and responding shyly to another kiss, heart pounding. Hotch smiled, running his hand slowly over to Reid's other nipple and repeating the torment. Reid whimpered and Hotch pulled away from the kiss, nipping at Reid's neck.

Reid whined. "Aaron… please!!"

Hotch laughed. "Patience, youngling."

Reid glared. "I am NOT a youngling!"

“Does that really bother you that much?” Hotch asked, grinning. Reid just gave Hotch an annoyed look, sweat trickling down his face. Hotch laughed at that. “I guess so… alright… I’m sorry…” And as his lips traveled down Reid's neck, Hotch smeared lube over his fingers.

"... Please..." Reid sobbed, writhing. "Aaron, please..." Reid clung tightly to Hotch, panting harshly and shaking badly.

Hotch smiled and nuzzled the boy. "I love you…" he said gently.

Reid just groaned, digging his fingernails into Hotch's shoulders. "P-please..." He managed to choke out.

"Spencer..." He sighed and cuddled the young man.

Reid whimpered. "Please... I need you... I can't take this..."

"Do you love me?"

Reid blinked and slowly looked up at Hotch, smiling slightly, but Hotch teased his erection. “Ah… Ahnn…” Hotch lowered his head and crushed his mouth to Reid’s. The young Padawan groaned loudly, panting, sweat running down his face... he was flushed and his heart was pounding.

Hotch smiled and lifted Reid's chin. "Do you love me?" He asked again, nuzzling Reid and kissing along his jaw, gently fingering his entrance. Reid whimpered and hid his face in Hotch's chest, panting so hard that he was unable to form words. Hotch smiled, burying his nose into Reid’s sweat dampened hair. "I'll always be here to protect you, and love you... We are one… A Force Bond has ensured that. I’ll ask you one more time… Do you love me?” Reid writhed and whimpered but nodded, his body hot and shaking... He unconsciously spread his legs wider, bucking his hips.

Hotch chuckled and kissed Reid heatedly. Reid's heart was pounding, filled with lust and fear... somewhere, someone inside was SCREAMING at him to resist... they could be CAUGHT! But so many OTHERS were telling that voice to shut the hell up! Reid shuddered and responded to the kiss, heatedly. Hotch slid a hand down Reid's chest, slowly... so slowly. He chuckled, his fingers playing just above the youth's member.

Reid whimpered loudly, squirming. "Ahhh... Oh... Oh..." He gasped, eyes fluttering.

Hotch chuckled. "You want me to touch you?"

"Yes!" Reid yelped.

Hotch laughed. "Alright then..." and he leisurely took Reid in his hand and slowly stroked him. "Like this?" he purred.

Reid groaned loudly, a shiver running through his body. "Yessss...." Reid moaned, and then gasped as fingers teased his entrance again. “AH!" Reid cried, throwing his head back. "Please!!!"

Hotch laughed and paused. "Hold still!" But then he stopped suddenly, licking his lips... and a moment later he'd slid down the boy’s body and had the youth’s penis enveloped in his mouth.

Reid yelped and jumped, but soon was writhing on the bed and fisting his hands in the Knight’s dark hair. Hotch sucked harshly, bobbing his head slowly up and down, doing everything he could to please his young lover. And then he slid two lube-coated fingers into the boy and slowly drew them in and out. Reid gasped and groaned loudly, mumbling unintelligible things and rolling his head from side to side while bucking his hips frequently. Hotch pulled away JUST before Reid could release, squeezing his shaft gently. "No no... not yet..."

"W-What?!" Reid cried in dismay. "but... but WHY?!?!"

"There’s something I would rather be doing when you cum..." Hotch purred, applying the lube to his engorged penis. Reid whimpered, flushed and sweating, and turned his glazed eyes to Hotch as the man slowly lifted Reid's legs over his shoulders, and positioned himself. "Let me in..."

Reid’s eyes fluttered closed and he reached out to his sides, fisting his hands in the blankets. Hotch smirked and slowly, slowly began pressing into Reid, ever so gently....

Reid gasped and squirmed, wincing. "Nnnh..." He groaned, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. Fear rose within him, and for a moment he thought of the Vi’Tani. But to his relief and surprise, the Force Bond grounded him. And the fear faded. The thickness that was pressing into him wasn’t cold and wriggly… it was hot and hard… He wasn’t being restrained; he was free to move around… to run his hands up his lover’s arms, across his shoulders and over his face. A serpentine appendage wasn’t being forced into his mouth and down his throat, but instead a warm tongue coaxing his own into a sensual dance back and forth between their mouths. This time, there was no shouting… no cheering or cruel taunts from a sadistic audience… there were the soft pleas that fell from his own lips, and gentle words of love and encouragement from his lover, all punctuated by gasps and moans… This time there was no despair… this time, there was joy. This time it felt right.

"Relax...." Hotch breathed kissing Reid deeply once more, sliding his tongue into the youth's mouth. Reid moaned, responding to the kiss as he savored the slight pain and immense pleasure of the penetration. Hotch slowly slid in fully, then waited. "Are you ready?" he purred pulling away from the kiss.

Reid winced and shifted a bit, then nodded. "I... I think so..." He gasped, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Hotch slowly pulled out, then pressed back in, striking Reid's prostate this time.

"AHH!!" Reid yelped, jerking and bucking his hips into Hotch's. Then he stared at Hotch in startled surprise and relief at the jolt of pleasure that had gone though him.

"That's what you and I can share. No matter WHAT has been done to us…" Hotch murmured. “You and I are one. Forever.”

Reid looked at him. "Forever?" He gasped, breathlessly.

"You're my mate..." Hotch breathed. “And this is forever."

Reid blinked and then his eyes fluttered closed. “I love you…” Reid moaned as Hotch slowly pumped in and out of his body... he turned his head and kissed him desperately, the burning need in his body driving him mad.

Hotch struck Reid's prostate every time, with amazing precision. "Come on... cum for me..." Reid yelped loudly and clung to Hotch, groaning... he was getting close... then, without warming, he fastened his teeth onto Hotch's neck, clinging tightly to him as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure.

Hotch let out a loud moan, reaching his own climax and releasing his fluids into Reid, then carefully falling beside him. "I love you..." whispered, hugging Reid. Reid gave a small quavery moan, nuzzling up to Hotch with a small sigh... he was exhausted...

Hotch pulled up a blanket, covering Reid with it and wrapping his arms around him, protectively.

Reid let out a little coo, already falling into a doze... he curled up against Hotch, tucking his head under Hotch's chin and curling a hand under his own chin. Hotch smiled, turning his head and burying his nose into the boy’s tousled curls, and allowed sleep to claim him.

The Vi’Tani assault was no longer three weeks in the past…

It was worlds away.
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