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Anything For You

Hatochiisai

No own. Piss off.

Slash warning Hotch/Reid, UnSubOC/Reid (non-con)

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Chapter 14

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Reid unlocked his door and stepped in, keying in the code on the keypad of his alarm system, deactivating it. He and Hotch stepped in and Reid removed his scarf and coat, hanging them up, Hotch hanging his coat next to them. The pair kicked off their shoes and moved into the loft. Reid turned up the heat, shivering, then headed to the kitchen. He pulled out a can of Campbell’s Vegetarian Vegetable soup.

“Want some?”

“Please.” Hotch said, nodding and heading over to the fire grate that stuck out from the wall, intruding into the room. He had a fire going fairly quickly, and set up the sofa, and then the bed for when they were ready. He also made sure that they had towels ready in the bathroom, as well as pajamas. Usually, when they spent the night together they didn’t bother with pajamas, but Hotch wasn’t sure if Reid would be okay with that after his experiences with Shane Harvey.

“Soup is in the microwave and I have the coffee maker going.” Reid said, walking into the bathroom and beginning to undress. Hotch nodded.

“I’ll keep an eye on it while you shower.” He said.

“… Oh? You’re not going to shower with me?” Reid asked, sounding playful. Hotch blinked and looked at him.

“I didn’t think that… you know…”

“That I would be comfortable with it?” Reid offered. Hotch gave him a nod. Reid smiled slightly. “I’m fine with you, Aaron.” Reid said. “Like I told Strauss. I accepted very quickly that he would rape me. I’ve already reconciled that. I knew it would happen. I didn’t like it, but I accepted it. And because it kept you and the others safe, I’m okay with it.” He walked over to the man, and wrapped his bare arms around Hotchner’s neck. Hotch stared down at him, then smiled and kissed him.

Reid smiled into the kiss, loosening his superior’s tie and dropping it onto the floor, then moving his fingers down the buttons in his shirt.

“Okay, okay.” Hotch chuckled, pushing Reid away and undressing. Reid grinned, dropped his pants, and stepped into the shower. A moment later, a strong chest was pressed into his back and there were gentle lips moving across his shoulder. Hotch curled an arm around Reid’s waist and rubbed his stomach, mindful of his stitches.

“Don’t get too into it. Remember that I have the coffee machine going.” Reid teased, grabbing the soap. Hotch groaned, but pulled away and the pair bathed. Of course, Hotch bathed Reid for the most part, as his injuries made it more difficult. But they finished in good time and dried off, then got into their pajamas. They went to the kitchen, prepared their soup and coffee and made their way to the sofa. Hotch sat down leaning against the arm of the sofa and Reid sat before him between his legs, leaning into his chest. Hotch picked up the remote control and flicked on the television, channel surfing. Reid paid no attention. He just sipped his soup and coffee, staring into the fire in the grate.

An hour later found the pair curled up on the sofa, Hotch with his arms around Reid’s waist, fingers up under his shirt and gently rubbing circles over his flat stomach, his chin resting on the top of his head. He was watching ‘Casablanca’, holding Reid close. The boy was leaning fully into his body, curled up in his arms, a book in his lap. Every now and then, Hotch would spare a glance to the boy’s hands… a finger running rapidly down the page, flicking to the next page, and repeating it. Hotch smiled slightly, bowing his head and burying his nose into Reid’s chestnut hair, inhaling. Reid paused in his reading and closed his eyes lightly, feeling the man nuzzling him gently.

Strong arms pulled him closer and Reid let his head fall back, moaning softly when warm lips covered his own, and Hotch turned off the television. The book fell from Reid’s fingers and onto the floor with a satisfying thump and Reid arched into the hands on his chest. Hotch ran his hands up the warm skin, his palms grazing over the youth’s hardening nipples, smiling at the soft mewl. He dipped his tongue into Reid’s mouth, his lover opening his mouth in needy welcome.

Hotch slid a hand down Reid’s chest and stomach, and his fingers snuck under the waist band of Reid’s flannel pajama pants.

“Are you okay with this…?” Hotch asked, softly.

“Yes,” Reid whimpered. “I could never be afraid of you… I’m safe with you.” Hotch smiled, gently kissing Reid’s cheek.

“… I love you.”

“I know…” Reid sighed, smiling. Then he gasped as he felt the fingers sliding down his lower abdomen. Then, Hotch withdrew his hand. Supporting Reid’s shoulders with his arm, he moved out from behind the younger man, then slid his arms under Reid and lifted him up. Reid’s squeak was silenced by a kiss. Hotch carried him across the room and laid him down on the sheets of the bed, hanging over him and running a hand up and down his side.

“God, Aaron…” Reid begged, writhing. Hotch smirked slightly, slowly sliding Reid’s shirt up over his head and tossing it aside.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes… God, please…” Reid whined, tugging at his lover’s shirt. Hotch chuckled, whipping off his own shirt and kissing Reid, before sliding down his body. Reid lifted his hips obediently as Hotch pulled his pants down, kissing down his thighs. He finally tossed the boy’s pants aside, firmly taking hold of Reid’s ankles, sliding his feet up and making the boy bend his legs at the knees.

“Reid… where’s the uh…” He stopped when he heard the bedside drawer open and Reid’s hand fumbling about. Then something bounced off of his head. “Ouch…” Hotch mumbled and grabbed the bottle, eyeing it. Okay. So Reid had purchased a bottle of lube instead of just the usual lotion they had lying around. Whatever. He set it aside for now and spread Reid’s legs wider. Reid moaned, squirming softly, the impatience showing in his face. Hotch grinned at that, and began stroking and teasing the youth’s inner thighs.

He bowed his head, pressing a kiss onto the smooth skin just below Reid’s navel, and then began to nibble lower. Reid shivered and whimpered as Hotch’s fingers slid down his thighs, then gently stroked up his length. Hotch watched Reid’s face as his lips parted in a moan, then lowered his head again, licking at the tip of the younger agent’s arousal. Reid cried out, hands flying up to grasp at Hotchner’s hair as he bucked his hips up into the man’s mouth. Hotch obliged, wrapping his lips around Reid and sliding down his length.

“Oh God!” Reid cried, throwing his head back and lifting his hips again. Hotch chuckled, eyes glowing in amusement as Reid cried out again at the vibrations that the elder’s laugh sent through him. Hotch slowly moved up and down the boy’s shaft, keeping it slow and torturous.

“D-Dammit, Aaron…” Reid gasped, writhing. “Please…” Hotch smirked, feeling around for the little bottle he had tossed aside. Once he found it he coated his fingers, then coaxed Reid’s legs further apart. This time, when Reid rolled his hips, Hotch pressed a finger against his entrance, rubbing it. “Oh God, please...” Reid breathed.

Suddenly, Hotch sucked Reid down his throat and swallowed around him, sliding a finger into his body.

“Oh God, Aaron!!!” Reid cried, bucking his hips. Hotch focused on Reid’s face, looking for any sign of fear, discomfort or pain… But so far, Reid seemed fine. His face was flushed and he was responding well. Hotch drew his finger in and out of his lover’s boy a few times, then added a second. Reid mewled in response. A moment later, Hotch drew back and moved up Reid’s body. Reid whined when Hotch’s mouth disappeared, but Hotch silenced his pouting with a kiss. Reid slid his tongue into his boss’ mouth, groaning and lifting his hips as Hotch added a third finger.

“Nnnnmmm…” Reid moaned, curling an arm around Hotch’s shoulders as their kiss deepened. Hotch move his hips between Reid’s legs and slid an arm under Reid, tilting his hips. He tugged Reid’s lower lip between his teeth, and his hand slid down to grip Reid’s thigh. Then he moved into position, and Reid whimpered desperately as he felt Hotch pressing against him. Hotch leaned forwards and Reid cried out when his body gave. Hotch gasped, closing his eyes in pleasure as he slid his erection into the tight, slick heat.

“… Are you okay?” He breathed, forcing himself to open his eyes and check on Reid.

“Y-Yeah…” Reid panted, blinking up at Hotch and squirming slightly. He winced. “It… hurts a bit more than usual.” Hotch watched Reid, concerned. “I’m okay.” Reid assured him, smiling. “Shane was… big.” Reid winced at the memory. “Too big… it hurt. A lot. You feel good…” And he gently kissed Hotchner. The elder smiled.

“Bigger isn’t always better, hm?” The man asked, and Reid grimaced.

“… Not at all. I felt like I was being split down the middle.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Hotch asked. Reid nodded, clinging to his lover.

“I’m fine. I’m ready.” Reid murmured. Hotch nodded, slowly drawing out. As he pressed back in, he caressed Reid’s lips with his own, and the boy sighed in response, wrapping a leg around Hotch’s hips. Hotch moved slowly and gently for a while, being as gentle with Reid as he could. Reid moaned into the elder’s mouth, enjoying the slow, pleasurable torture. But eventually, Reid was whining and thrusting back against the man.

“Aaron… please…” He begged, and Hotch looked down at him. “Harder…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! God, please!” Reid yelped, and Hotch blinked, then grinned.

“Okay. Just making sure.” Hotch said, kissing Reid’s forehead. He took the boy into his arms and shoved into him. Reid threw his head back, gasping at the force of the sudden thrust. Hotch kept up the blistering pace, hissing as Reid dug his fingers into his shoulders, then raked his nails down the man’s back as each thrust seemed to come faster, and press deeper into him.

Reid’s mind was lost in the clouds of passion, the sweet pleasure making his body tremble in delight. Reid gave a strangled whimper, and Hotch smiled, running his hand over Reid’s lower abdomen and thighs… the muscles were tightening… quivering… Reid’s breathing came in shallow erratic gasps. Hotch knew the signs… the youth was close… so close… He curled his fingers around Reid’s erection, stroking it firmly.

Then came the high pitched whine… Hotch watched closely. Reid’s gasps were punctuated by strained whimpers as he curled in on himself. Hotch held his breath and waited. And he didn’t have to wait long. Reid’s breath hitched in his chest, and then he arched up off of the bed, throwing his head back with a strangled scream that ended in a sob. Hotch continued to pump Reid in his hand, driving his own erection into Reid’s body, now desperately seeking his own release.

Reid lay beneath the man, his hypersensitive body trembling and twitching occasionally, wildly over-stimulated by his orgasm and Hotchner’s continuous efforts to achieve his own. Hotch suddenly seemed to snarl, then groan loudly. Reid gasped at the sudden pain in his shoulder when the elder agent bit down. Hotchner’s body tensed and he bucked forwards. Reid felt the twitch and sudden hot splash, and then the man gasped and collapsed.

Reid moaned softly lying still under Hotch, comforted by the warm weight atop his thin frame. He didn’t know how long they lay there like that, but eventually Hotch groaned and rolled off of Reid. Reid turned his head towards the man, but other than that, didn’t move. He heard Hotch moving though. A moment later, there was a familiar weight on his chest. Reid opened his eyes as Hotch’s hand moved under his neck. The man smiled as he fastened the golden chain around Reid’s neck, the golden ring resting on the younger’s chest. Reid smiled up at Hotch.

“… You look tired.” Hotch whispered.

“I am.” Reid murmured back. Hotch sighed and lay on his back, fully sated. Reid smiled and rolled over onto his stomach. He rested his head on Hotch’s chest, draping an arm over the man’s waist. Hotch smiled, leaning his head down and kissing the sweat dampened hair.

“I love you, Aaron.”

“Shhh… I love you too, Spencer. Are you alright?”

“Gonna be sore in the morning, but I’m alright.”

“Okay.” Hotch sighed, reaching out and flicking off the little bedside lamp. “… I have to go out tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Reid asked, looking up at Hotch in the silvery moonlight.

“… I have Jack tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Reid said. “Okay then.”

“You’re alright with that?”

“Of course.” Reid said, and smiled up at Hotch. “I think you should spend as much time with Jack as you can.” Hotch smiled back, gently brushing his knuckles across Reid’s cheek.

“Thank you.”

“He’s your son.” Reid said, shaking his head. “I’m NOT going to be jealous of the time you spend with him. I’ll just be lazy here.” Hotch grinned.

“You do that, Spencer… good night.”

“Mmmm… night…”

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Surprisingly, Reid didn’t bat an eye when Hotch slid out of the bed in the morning. Hotch smiled, brushing Reid’s hair out of his face, then tucking the blankets around him. He went to Reid’s closet where a small section of it had been set aside for Hotch. The man gathered some clothing, showered, shaved and dressed. He left the bathroom tying his tie. He looked down at Reid as he did so, just watching the young man sleep. Slowly, a small smile spread across his face. Hotch leaned forward, falling onto his knees onto the bed and hanging over Reid. He brushed his fingertips down the boy’s cheek, then pressed a chaste kiss to the youth’s pale pink lips.

Then he stole across the room to his Go Bag and pulled something out. Smiling slightly he moved all the way back across the loft to the bed, and laid the object down next to Reid. Then he put on his coat, grabbed his Go Bag and left.

When Reid awoke a few hours later, he took his time in dragging himself into the realm of consciousness, guided by the smell filling the loft; Thank God for automatic Coffee Makers. When he eventually opened his eyes, he was confused. He wasn’t used to seeing such bright colors in his bed. When he finally focused, he found that he was staring at a box. It was wrapped in bright red paper with a green ribbon on it. Reid blinked again, then slowly sat up, looking around.

“Aaron?” He called. There was no answer. Reid winced and pressed a hand to his lower back for a moment, then sighed and ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. He stared at the little box for a bit, then reached out and picked it up. It was heavy, and Reid automatically concluded ‘book’. Reid pulled the ribbon off and set it down, then tore off the paper. It was indeed a book. Reid stared at the cover, then slowly smiled. Hotch knew that Reid liked to collect old leather bound first and/or special editions. He didn’t know where Hotch had gotten ‘Peter & Wendy’ or how much it had cost him… but Reid knew that he had once told Hotch that his favorite story as a child had been Peter Pan, and that he had been looking for a copy like this. He went to gently thumb through the pages, but stopped. The pages were not even… there was something in the book.

Reid placed the book in his lap, and let the pages fall open. Sitting there on the page telling about how after being wounded by Captain Hook, Peter was left unable to fly, were two plane tickets, and a note. The note read, ‘Merry Christmas’ in Hotchner’s neat hand. And Reid stared. The tickets were for a flight to Santa Fe December 20^th, returning the 27^th. Slowly, Reid smiled. He would be spending Christmas with Aaron. His heart swelled. He always spent Christmas alone… Not this time. Still smiling, Reid dragged himself out of bed and into the shower, then slipped into fresh pajamas and his robe, and made himself a cup of coffee before settling down on the sofa with ‘Peter & Wendy’.

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At 6 in the evening, Reid was jerked out of a light doze by a knock on the door. Blinking, Reid unfolded his legs and stood, running his fingers through his hair and looking through the peep hole. He blinked, then grinned and unlocked the door, opening it. “Hi!”

“Hey, Pretty Boy!” Morgan greeted, grinning, and Garcia hugged Reid.

“Hey, sugar. We brought dinner.” The woman said.

“Really?” Reid asked, and looked down. Sure enough, Morgan was carrying a take out bag from a little Italian place just down the street. Reid gladly welcomed the pair in and helped them unpack the food and serve it up. When Hotch got back, the three were watching old reruns of America’s Funniest Home Videos and enjoying the pasta. Hotch stood in the doorway, blinking.

“Hey, Hotch.” Morgan said, surprised. “Wow. Don’t knock or anything.”

“… I have a key.” Hotch said.

“So do I, but I still knock.” Morgan pointed out.

“I told him to just let himself in.” Reid said quickly. “I knew he was coming.” Hotch looked down at the food he had brought, then snorted.

“Lunch tomorrow, I guess.” He said, and shoved it into the fridge.

“Awwww… sorry, sir.” Garcia called. “Join us! Plenty to go around!”

“I think I will.” Hotch said, making himself a plate and sitting down. Morgan looked at his boss and held up a can of beer. Hotch raised a hand and Morgan tossed it over. Garcia and Reid burst out laughing at the television and both Morgan and Hotch looked up to see what they had missed, but they had, of course, missed it. Reid, sitting on the sofa between Morgan and Garcia, turned and smiled at Hotch. The man smiled back, winking and forking some fettuccini alfredo into his mouth. Reid grinned and turned back to the television.

“How was the day off, Hotch?” Morgan asked after a few minutes.

“It was good.” Hotch said, smiling slightly. “Jack’s getting more talkative.”

“Awwww…” Garcia cooed.

“Had an interesting little rhyme about beans being good for the heart.” Hotch snorted, and Morgan and Garcia laughed, while Reid just looked confused. This made them laugh even more, and Garcia pat Reid’s hand, telling him not to worry about it.

“How ARE you doing, sweetie?” She asked. Reid smile.

“I’m okay.”

“Reid… if you ever need to talk…” Morgan said.

“I know who to go to.” Reid nodded. “Thanks, Morgan.” Morgan smiled and ruffled Reid’s hair, grinning as Reid made a face and fixed it.

“Any time, Pretty Boy.” The man said. “So, Hotch. What are you doing here, man?”

“I stayed with Reid last night.” The man said, shaking his head. “… He has a comfortable sofa.” Morgan sighed and looked at Reid.

“Nightmares?” He asked, shaking his head.

“… Yeah.” Reid mumbled.

“About what he did to you?”

“No!” Reid gasped, eyes wide. “About… what he would have done to you all if I had… refused him.”

“… Really?” Hotch asked, frowning. Reid looked at him, then nodded.

“I… didn’t want to worry you, Hotch. So I… didn’t wake you.” Hotch leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Reid…” He sighed, and Reid drooped.

“… I’m sorry.”

“Hey Reid…” Morgan said, suddenly. “Perry is talking to Shane Harvey tomorrow. He’s going to try to get him to either plead out, or take a deal. Do you want to be there?” Hotch frowned and looked at Reid.

“… Yes.” Reid said, nodding.

And the next day, Section Chief Strauss watched Agent’s Hotchner’s team following Perry’s team to their interrogation room, Reid smiling and smacking at Morgan’s hand when the man flipped some of the boy’s chestnut hair into his face. She sighed and turned away, letting the two teams go. Technically, this case belonged to Perry’s team, but Hotch’s team made up the list of victims. It only made sense that they would want to observe the interrogation. She trusted them to act professionally.

The two teams filed into the observation room and stared through the one way mirror at Shane Harvey on the other side. The man was sitting at the table, looking around nervously. Perry sighed, grabbed a file folder, and walked in.

“You’ve declined legal representation.” Perry started. Shane narrowed his eyes.

“Where’s Spencer?” The man demanded. Reid let out a sigh.

Perry stared at Shane. “… I’ll be the one asking the questions.”

“I won’t be answering them.” Shane snorted, leaning back, crossing his arms and glaring at the wall. “I want to talk to Spencer.”

“You’re not going to talk to him again.” Perry snarled. “EVER.”

“Then we’re done here.” Shane said, and crossed his legs.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

“Reid!” Hotch was shouting, and Perry stared in shock as Reid burst into the room. Shane stood, grinning, but the smile vanished when Reid shoved him up against the wall, clutching the front of his shirt in his hands.

“Listen to me, you son of a bitch…” Reid hissed, eyes blazing. “Refusing to talk isn’t gonna help you. You can either plead guilty to the charges being brought against you, or we can go to trial. And I will see that you go to Federal Prison and NEVER come out again.”

“Spencer…” Shane gasped, and Reid pulled him forward, then slammed him against the wall again.

“… YOU will call me Dr. Reid or Agent Reid. NOT by my first name.” Reid snapped. “We do NOT have a relationship. I do NOT love you, I don’t even CARE about you! Now, are you going to co-operate, or am I gonna have to bury you in court?!” Shane blinked at Reid, then smirked. He leaned over, staring Reid in the eye.

“… You take the stand…” He hissed, softly, “And I’ll have to tell everything.” Reid blinked. “Such as your… relationship with your boss…” He whispered in Reid’s ear. Reid stared up at him in shock. Shane gripped Reid’s wrists and pulled his hands off of his shirt. Reid just let him. Perry watched closely, wondering what Shane had said to make Reid turn pale like that. Hotch watched from the doorway, ready to move if Shane tried anything. And try something he did. In a flash, he had spun them around and pressed Reid against the wall.

“If I go to trial… And you take the stand…” He said, grinning. “I will destroy your world.” Hands pulled Shane away from Reid. Perry and Patroni dragged the man away. Hotch and Rossi were immediately by Reid.

“Are you okay?” Rossi asked. Reid looked at the man, and shook his head.

“… No.” He gasped, then pulled away from the two senior agents and left the room, head down.

“Reid…” Emily called, grabbing his arm. Reid stared at her, then looked at Agents Kehoe and Harper.

“Tell Perry to try and get him to make a deal.” Reid gasped, then jerked away and kept going. Rossi and Hotch frowned at each other.

“I’ll go.” Rossi said, and chased after Reid.

He followed the boy into the elevator. Reid glance at him but said nothing. Rossi just smiled and nodded, as if politely greeting a stranger. Reid frowned and blinked, and continued to stare at his own feet. When the elevator reached the lobby, Rossi followed Reid out. Reid blinked again, glancing at the man behind him. He sped up a bit. So did Rossi. Reid walked out of the building and headed down the street. So did Rossi.

They walked several blocks, Rossi just a few paces behind Reid. Finally, Reid stopped and turned.

“What the hell do you want?!” He cried, frustrated.

“… I want to know if you’re alright.” Rossi said. “I want to know what he said to you in there that shook you up.” Reid blinked. “You turned white, Reid.” Reid blinked, then sighed and looked away. He nodded and turned, continuing to walk down the street. He walked at a slower pace, and this time Rossi walked by his side.

“… If this goes to trial, I’ll have to testify.”

“I know.” Rossi said.

“… If I take the stand, he’ll expose us.”

“… Us?”

“… Me and Aaron.” Reid said, softly. Rossi frowned.

“I see. So he’s blackmailing you now…”

“… Yeah.” Reid mumbled.

“Now you have TWO reasons to want him to make a deal.”

“Yeah.” Reid sighed. “Rossi… there are only a few things in my life that I truly live for. My job… my mother… my team…”

“… Aaron.”

“… Yeah.” Reid sighed. Rossi placed a hand on Reid’s shoulder and steered him into a little coffee shop. The pair placed their orders, then sat down in a corner.

“Reid. You have to do what you think is right.” Rossi said, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward, staring Reid in the eye. Reid sighed and nodded, wrapping both hands around his mug.

“I don’t want to leave the FBI. I… I don’t know what else to do.”

“Reid. If you lose your job, it’s not the end of the world. But we’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. For now, let’s just try to focus on what we have to do right now.”

“Which is?”

“… Not let it go to trial.” Rossi said with a smirk, sipping his coffee. Reid blinked at the man, then smiled back.

“… Thanks.” He said, softly.

“So… how are we going to do this?” Rossi asked.

“… I… I don’t know.” Reid admitted.

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Reid looked up from his book at a knock on the door. Slowly, he stood and walked across his loft, peering through the peep hole. He blinked, then sighed and opened the door.

“… Hey.” He said, softly, stepping aside. Hotchner nodded and stepped in, taking off his coat.

“You didn’t come back.” Hotch said.

“Decided to go home. No reason to go back to the BAU.” Reid said with a shrug.

“Rossi told me.”

“I figured he would.”

“Reid. We knew about the risk.” Hotch said.

“I know. I just… didn’t think we would be exposed like… THIS.” Reid sighed. “I guess… our days with the FBI are numbered.”

“They may be.” Hotch admitted, sitting down on the sofa beside Reid.

“I’m so sorry, Aaron. I never should have let him figure us out.”

“It’s not your fault, Spencer. We’ll just have to play this one by ear.”

“… Am I crazy…?” Reid asked, suddenly. “Thinking that if I don’t press charges and we let him go that everything…” He trailed off.

“Reid. You know that they won’t let him go. And it’s not YOU pressing charges. It’s the Federal Government. He abducted six Federal Agents, assaulted three, raped one, and tried to kill one, wounding another. The charges will NOT be dropped, Reid. He is refusing to make a deal. He wants this to go to trial.”

“He said he would destroy my world.” Reid sighed, his face falling into his hands. “Hotch… I wanna talk to him.”

“No.” Hotch said firmly, gripping Reid’s shoulder. “That’s what he wants.”

“Hotch, I can’t just let him hold this over my head.”

“Spencer, there’s nothing you can really do.” Hotch sighed.

“… I’m sorry, Aaron…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Hotch said, wrapping his arms around the young man and holding him close.

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Shane Harvey sat silently in his cell, staring at the wall. He was livid. How could Spencer turn on him like that? He thought of the young man… He thought of how the boy looked lying beneath him, crying out in pleasure… then he thought of the boy like that under Aaron Hotchner… Shane’s vision went red, and he growled.

He would not let Spencer lay with that man again…

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