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Hotch's Inner Freak	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 17043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Hotch's Inner Freak
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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Emily walked into the bullpen and tossed her bag and her keys on the desk. She glanced around the room. Hotch, Morgan and Reid where still at a neighboring precinct interrogating an unsub. Rossi and JJ had headed straight for home and Garcia had left earlier in the day. Emily preferred to face her paperwork sooner rather then later. Sinking into her office chair, she reached for a pen. She froze when she heard a commotion in the hall. Turning in her seat she saw the door to the BAU crash open forcefully. She had risen to her feet when Morgan and Hotch ran past her, Morgan seemed to be pushing their unit leader from behind. Before she could move, they had entered Hotch's office and slammed the door. Emily was stepping tentatively towards the stairs, when Reid crashed through the door carrying a large grocery sack. Without looking at her, he took the stairs two at a time. Running at top speed he slid in front of Hotch's office, he yanked it open and then slammed it again when he had entered the room. She saw him at the blinds, twisting them closed. Walking slowly, she climbed the stairs and cautiously approached Hotch's door. She could hear excited voices coming from the room. Reaching out she tried the knob, only to discover it was locked.
Frustrated she pounded on the door.
She stepped back shocked when she heard Hotch bellow. "Get her the fuck out of here. Send her home."
The door opened and Morgan squeezed out, quickly closing the door behind him.
"What's wrong with Hotch?" Emily asked, concern in her voice.
"Just go home Emily." Derek said quietly, glancing back at the door.
"What's wrong." she demanded again, her voice becoming frantic.
"Go home. Prentiss." Derek said, grabbing her arm and pushing her towards the stairs.
"What the hell are you doing, Derek". she hissed, yanking her arm away.
"Please Emily." Derek said slowly, the anguish in his eyes betraying his attempt at calm. "Reid and I have this. Hotch doesn't want you here. Go."
"What's wrong? Maybe I can help?"
Indecision crossed the handsome man's face. He stared at Emily and back at the door. They both jumped when they heard Hotch yell again.
"Derek. Get her the fuck out of here. Now."
Emily could hear the anguish and torment in her bosses voice.
"Fine." she mumbled. Turning she walked towards the stairs. She grabbed her purse and walked slowly out the door. Morgan sighed and returned to Hotch's office.
Emily walked out of the BAU and down the hall, turning the corner she opened the door to the stairwell. Using a lipstick, she propped the door open a crack and settled herself on the stairs. From her vantage point she could see both the elevator and the men's restroom.
If her male co workers really believed she would leave, not knowing if Hotch was injured or in pain, they seriously underestimated the depth of her feelings for the Unit Chief. Had she not been the one to keep vigil by his hospital bed after he had been stabbed? Emily was single minded in her devotion to Aaron Hotcher and she would remain there all night if necessary.
As she sat there imaging the worst, she saw Reid walk down the hall and approach the elevators. Holding her breath, she waited. He did not return. Half and hour later, she heard footsteps again and watched as Derek entered the restroom. Grabbing her purse she quickly ran back to the BAU and up the stairs. Pausing outside of Hotch's door, she listened but didn't hear anything. With her hand shaking she reached out turned the knob. She sighed gratefully, it was unlocked. Quietly she slipped into Hotch's dimly lit office. Her eyes widened at the sight before her.
Hotch sat in his office chair, his dress shirt was unbuttoned and hanging open. He was naked from the waist down. His desk was littered with tissues and bottles of Gatorade. His left hand was wrapped around a very erect penis and he was masturbating frantically. His head was thrown back and sweat glistened on his face. Emily stepped backward, transfixed, the back of her knees hit the arm of his sofa and she froze, unable to look away.
With his head thrown back, Hotch seemed to be whispering or chanting something. His left hand moved brutally on his cock. He was not being gentle, there was no finesse, just an apparent mad desire to orgasm. Emily gasped when his hips thrust up and come flew from the tip. His eyes remained closed as he milked out the last drops.
"Get out."
She jumped at the sound of his voice, raising her eyes from his lap, she looked into angry chocolate brown eyes.
"Get out." he hissed again.
"Hotch?" she whispered, taking a small step closer.
"Do not come any closer." he growled through clinched teeth. She watched as he dug his fingers into his bare thighs, leaving red marks.
"What?" she asked.
"The unsub." he panted. "Injected me. Drug. Can't. No control." he groaned and threw his head back. Emily watched in amazement as his cock twitched and became rock hard again. It didn't seem possible after the orgasm she just witnessed, but there it was. She watched as he dug his fingers into his legs again. She could tell he was struggling desperately with the need to touch himself.
"Please get out, Prentiss." he moaned, his eyes begging.
"No." she said firmly. "I want to help."
"God damn it Prentiss. You aren't fucking helping. You are fucking making it worse." His hand had gone to his dick and he was stroking himself again. As he stared at her she could see the raw emotion and lust in his eyes.
"You fucking Bitch, Prentiss." he moaned his voice low and frightening. "On my best days I walk around here half hard because all I can think about is grabbing you and fucking you from behind. I want to pull your hair and pound into you and make you scream my name." He looked down at his hand stroking his cock, glancing back up at her he moaned. "God when I look at your mouth. I want it wrapped around my cock. I want to know what it feels like to have lips and a tongue on my cock. Haley blessed me on our wedding night by licking my cock one time and then she refused to ever do it again." His hips thrust up into his hand as he begin to stroke himself faster and harder. "I want to ram your head up and down on my cock and I want to watch you swallow every drop of my come." Emily watched as come shot out of his cock. "I want to fucking rape you." he yelled as he came.
Emily jumped as Morgan burst into the room. He looked frantically from Hotch to Emily standing by the couch. Hotch had buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking.
"Get her out of here Derek." he moaned.
Emily balled up her fists and glared at Morgan. "Touch me again and I'll break your nose." she growled. "I want to help him. What happened?" she demanded.
"The unsub had a hypodermic in his sock in the interrogation room." Derek said staring at Hotch. "Before we could stop him, he had jumped up and injected Hotch. Reid says it's some new date rape drug. It causes heightened sexuality in the extreme and breaks down all inhibitions. Hotch can't control what he is saying or doing."
"Should we take him to a hospital. If he gets Priapism, he'll lose his dick."
"He said no hospital." Derek explained. "And as long as he keeps, uhhh, coming, it's not Priapism. He does seem to have moments when he's flaccid."
Hotch moaned into his hands and they watched as his dick began to stiffen again.
"They just don't last very long." Derek said dejectedly.
"How long is this supposed to last." she whispered.
"48 hours." Derek sad, his eyes frightened.
"And this was your brilliant plan!" she asked, "Bringing him to the BAU with lubrication and Gatorade so he can make the bald man cry for 48 hours?"
"We didn't know what else to do, Em" Derek said, staring at the ground.
"I want to help him." she said determined.
"No" Hotch yelled, his hands digging into his legs as he used every ounce of his strength to keep from touching himself.
Derek looked from Emily and then back at Hotch. "Hotch," he said slowly, "Reid did say it would be better for you to have a partner. That it would ease the problem more efficiently."
They both jumped when Hotch screamed. "I don't have a fucking partner. In case you haven't noticed. And even if my frigid, missionary position only prude of a wife were still alive, she couldn't help me. No one can fucking help me." his voice lowered and he hung his head.
"I can." Emily said, taking a step towards him.
"What Prentiss?" Hotch sneered at her, his hand stroking his erection again. "Are you volunteering to be my slut, my whore. You're going to let me rape you repeatedly?"
"It isn't rape if I'm willing." she whispered.
"Get her out of here Morgan." Hotch moaned.
Ignoring him, Morgan placed his hands on Emily's shoulders and turned her to face him. "Are you sure about this?" he asked her.
"Yes." she whispered reaching up to unbutton her blouse.
"Okay." Derek sighed. "I'm leaving. I will be right outside that door. Call my name if he…." his voice trailed off.
"I will." she nodded.
"If you leave this room I will have your credentials, Morgan." Hotch threatened.
Derek kissed Emily's cheek and walked out closing the door. He sank down to the floor, his head in his hands.
Emily turned to Hotch and removed her blouse, revealing a black lace bra. She kicked off her sandals and unbuttoned her trousers, pushing them off her hips.
"No Emily." Hotch begged. "I don't want to hurt you. Please don't come any closer."
"I like it rough." she said as she approached him, pushing her panties off her hips. Stopping, she kicked them off and stood before him in only her bra. Hotch looked at her as she took another step forward.
Emily gasped when Hotch stood up and grasped her arm. He pulled her roughly to him. Grunting he turned her around and shoved her face down on the desk. He wrapped his hand in her long black hair.
"Is this what you want?" he grunted as he shoved his straining cock in to her without warning.
"Oh God." Emily moaned. His roughness thrilled her. She was already turned on from watching him stroke his beautiful cock and she was eager to feel him fuck her. "Oh God. Yes, Hotch. Fuck me." she arched her back and thrust back into him.
Hotch couldn't believe the feel of her. She was so wet, so tight, so eager to take him. He groaned. He had never fucked like this in his life. He pulled her hair with one hand, the other dug painfully into her hip. "Do you like this?" he groaned, thrusting his hips brutally. "Do you like my hard cock fucking you?"
"Yes." she hissed. "Yes. Fuck me harder." She moaned.
Hotch pulled her head up roughly with his hand, leaning over he moaned in her ear. "I always hoped you were a dirty little slut Prentiss." His balls were slapping wonderfully against her ass. He was amazed that she was moaning and thrusting back against him. "Who's dirty little slut are you Emily?" he asked, biting the side of her neck.
"Yours." She screamed as she came violently, her muscles clamping down on his cock painfully. "Aaron's slut." she screamed.
Hotch had never felt a women orgasm around his cock before. As soon as he felt her muscles clamp on him a mind shattering, earth moving orgasm came over him. He threw his head back and roared like an animal, every muscles in his body convulsed as he came inside of her. His cock pumped as it emptied, he thought it would never end.
Panting he slowly released her and sank back into his chair. "You came. I fucked you and you came." he said in wonder.
"Of course I came." Emily panted, she was gathering her clothes and quickly pulling them on. "You were amazing." She tossed his pants to him. "Get dressed."
"Where am I going?"
"We're going to my apartment." she said snatching up her purse. "Derek." she called quickly.
Derek got up. He knew she was okay. Unfortunately he had heard the whole thing, from beginning to end. He had originally suggested asking Emily for help, but Hotch had immediately said no. He was glad that Hotch had gotten laid for real and that Emily was helping him, he just didn't want to have to listen to it.
Opening the door to Hotch's office, Derek glanced inside carefully. Emily rushed passed him. "Help him get dressed. I'm taking him to my apartment." she ordered. "Bring him to my car. If he argues, throw him over your shoulder."
Emily rushed downstairs and pulled her car up front. She was pleased to see that Derek and Hotch were standing in front of the building.
"We'll call you." Aaron muttered as he climbed into the car.
Emily screeched away from the curb. "It's about 10 minutes to my apartment. How you doing, Hotch?" He nodded but didn't say anything.
Emily was driving as fast as she could. They were 4 minutes away when Hotch begin to shift uncomfortable in his seat, she glanced at him, his pants were tented and strained.
"Go ahead." she said, "It's dark. No one can see you."
Moaning he tore open his pants and began to fist his cock. "Oh god." he moaned.
Emily reached over and swatted his hand away, wrapping her own hand around his dick she begin to pump him up and down.
He hissed and thrust his hips up involuntarily. Emily glanced out of the corner of her eyes as his head fell to the side and he stared glassy eyed at her.
"Your breathing hard." he whispered.
She licked her lips, but didn't say anything.
"Does touching me turn you on?" he asked. "Does having my cock in your hand excite you?"
Emily drove her car straight into her parking space. Taking her hand off him she threw the car in gear and turned off the engine. Turning to face him, she flipped up the arm rests separating them. "You have no idea how much your cock turns me on." she said huskily.
Aaron gasped as her hot wet mouth plunged onto his cock. He moaned and clutched at her head as she licked and swirled her tongue around the head then plunged down again taking all of him into her mouth.
Aaron tried to speak but he could only hiss and make grunting noises. He had never in his wildest dreams thought anything could feel this good. He tried to push her hair away from her face.
"You want to watch?" she asked, pulling her lips off his cock."
"Yes" he moaned.
She lifted her head and brushed her hair to the side. Turning her head she gave him full view as she licked the shaft of his cock and swirled her tongue on the head. "God you taste good, Hotch. You have no idea how long I've wanted to suck your cock." she plunged all the way down again.
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