Warnings: Graphic Slash, Rape Elements, Violence, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Bondage, Torture, Mental Issues, Bad Language, Possible Character Death?

Rating: EXPLICIT

Erotomania: A type of delusional disorder where the affected person believes that another person is in love with him or her. This belief is usually applied to someone with higher status or a famous person, but can also be applied to a complete stranger. Erotomanic delusions often occur in patients with schizophrenia and other psychotic disorders, but can also occur during a manic episode in the context of bipolar disorder.

The entirety of the first chapter is pretty much only sex. I think it does serve a purpose for the story, though. Please let me know what you think...I've never written smut before and would love feedback on how to improve.

This does get pretty dark and twisty starting in chapter three. If you are triggered by explicit non-con elements, then I beg you, please read with caution.

Shifts between Spencer's POV and Aaron's POV.

Italics represent the character's thoughts to themselves.

This work is unbeta'd and all mistakes are my own.

I don't own Criminal Minds or the characters.

Sorry about the super long A/N...Enjoy the ride, it's gonna get bumpy.


Chapter One

The Hottest Thing

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"A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses. It is an idea that possesses the mind."

-Robert Oxton Bolton

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Reid was lying on his back in bed, hands up around his head and blankets pushed down to his hips. His chest was bare and he was wearing a pair of flannel sleep pants. He was in that twilight state between asleep and awake. He could feel his consciousness drifting away.

Then he sensed it.

A slight sinking of the mattress as he became acutely aware of something moving up his leg from underneath the covers.

He cried out in panic and immediately a heavy body was looming over him and a hand was clutching his mouth to silence him.

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This can't be happening!

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He began struggling under the iron grip of his assailant. His breath hitched, his heart beat frantic in his chest, and he clenched his eyes shut as terror overtook his being.

Then he heard it.

That voice.

"Spencer….shhh…."

Recognition dawned on him as he slowly opened his hazel orbs and stared up into dark chocolate ones.

The hand on his mouth was removed.

"Aaron," he sighed, relief evident in his tone.

Aaron Hotchner looked down at his subordinate. His face was illuminated by the subtle moonlight peering in through the window. Laughing lightly, he smiled. "I'm sorry I scared you."

Reid gazed up with furrowed brows as he questioned his boss, "What are you doing here? I thought Haley needed you at home tonight."

"She's in bed now….and I needed to see you." He brought his hands up and carded his fingers through the doctor's tangled brown locks. "I missed you, Spencer. Please, let me stay…." he whispered, and eagerly brought his lips down to meet soft, pink ones. His bottom lip gently grazed Spencer's, which prompted him to open slightly in fevered expectation. Aaron flicked his tongue to lap at the thinly parted lips and Spencer swiftly granted him entry. He didn't hesitate as he plunged deep into the waiting depths, tasting and massaging Spencer's tongue with his own and eliciting a moan from the good doctor. Spencer's breathing became erratic and his body trembled under the sinful caress.

Aaron thrust his hips down and felt his subordinate's growing erection mingle with his own. He freed his hands from tangled hair and seized the boy's wrists, holding them in place on the pillow as he broke their lips apart and began sucking along his jawline. When he reached the soft flesh of the doctor's neck, Spencer tilted his head up to show his submission and Aaron felt the rapid flutter of a pulse under skin as he bit down on the juncture where neck met shoulder. He continued to grind his hips as Spencer rocked up, their filling members engaged in a heated dance through the fabric of their pants.

Spencer whimpered as he arched his body, closing the distance between them even more. "God, Aaron…." he mewled, "Please, please….I need to feel you." He was panting heavily, his body vibrating in want, his skin gleaming under a thin sheen of sweat, as he looked up with lust filled eyes.

Aaron released Spencer's wrists as his tongue began to move away from his neck and down his body, tasting the saltiness of his lover's dampened skin. Spencer reached up and ran fingers through raven locks as Aaron furthered his descent down the lithe body until teeth raked over a hardened nipple. He lapped and swirled around the swollen nub before gently taking it between his teeth and biting. Spencer hissed and bucked under the stimulation. "Fuck….Aaron. God…I-I just need you to fucking take me." Gasping, stuttering, "P-please…."

Aaron simpered as his nails scraped down the writhing body until he came to the waistband of his pants. He could feel the heat of Spencer's cock underneath the thin fabric, swollen and engorged, begging to be released. He slowly rose, tugging at the elastic and prompting Spencer to lift his hips, allowing his pants to slide down past his groin and ass. His throbbing shaft met air as the garment was removed, leaving him completely naked. Reid looked toward his lover as Aaron lowered his head and nestled his nose into the coarse, curly hairs that covered his groin, drinking in the scent of Spencer's sex. He felt Hotch fondling his balls and then a slick, wet sensation as he ran his tongue up the underside of his dick from base to tip, dipping into the slit before swirling around the boy's diameter.

Spencer couldn't think.

He shook his head incoherently as the entirety of his length was engulfed in Aaron's wet heat. He felt his head hit the back of Aaron's throat, and then the man hummed...

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Fuck!

God...Aaron.

The things you do with your mouth….

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He began bobbing and Spencer thrust upward involuntarily, keening and clenching his hands into his superior's hair as he tried to fuck his mouth. Aaron grabbed his hips to halt the movement while he wrapped his lips around the needy erection and continued to slowly suck his lover into mindlessness.

When Aaron popped off the doctor's straining cock, it was leaking precum and coated in a glistening sheen of warm saliva. He looked into beautiful hazel eyes as he took the heavy flesh in hand and began stroking and teasing, making Reid squirm.

"What do you want, Spencer?" he whispered.

Spencer laughed breathlessly at the question and looked to the man kneeling between his wide spread legs. He was still fully clothed in his dress shirt and slacks...

Gasping, he demanded, "Aaron….I want to feel you inside me. Please….I need it. God, fuck me. Now."

Aaron felt his own rigid cock thrumming with anticipation at the doctor's command and he roughly pushed Spencer's knees up and forced three fingers into the boy's mouth.

"Suck." he ordered.

Spencer moaned and his eyes fluttered shut as he complied, sucking the invading digits; swirling and coating them with his own warm lubricant.

Hotch groaned at the eroticism of it all.

"God, Spencer….do you know what you do to me? What I'm gonna to do to you?" he growled as his fingers fucked Reid's mouth. Reid crooned as he continued, "I'm gonna fill your tight, hot hole with my cock….bang you into the mattress….make you scream…." He leaned closer and muttered in Spencer's ear, "You're gonna feel me for days…." He ripped his fingers from pink lips. "How does that sound, Lover?"

"Oh, god yes."

He smirked as he brought a slick finger down to Reid's entrance, tickling the puckered hole before gradually sliding into the tight heat.

Spencer gasped at the intrusion. He grabbed his own knees and held them up to his chest, raising his hips to allow Hotch more access. The finger slid in and out slowly, and with each glide he rolled...searching for that sensitive bundle of nerves. After a few minutes he added a second finger, continuing to twist but also scissoring now, preparing his lover for what was to come. As he added the third finger, it elicited a wail of ecstasy from the doctor.

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Fuckfuckfuck!

Theretherethere!

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"Ohhhh...god Aaron. Right there..."

He'd found Spencer's prostate.

He grinned as he continued to stretch the boy, rubbing against his prostate and driving him wild.

He was drunk with lust.

When Spencer began to rock back on his fingers Hotch knew he was ready. He pulled out of the willing body and undid his own pants, tugging them down just enough to release his straining dick.

Reid watched with lust-blown pupils and was mesmerized by the sight. Aaron-fucking-Hotchner was towering over him, impeccably dressed as always, with his cock out, rock hard and standing at attention. His ass cheeks were only half covered by the top of his slacks.

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God, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

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Aaron pulled a bottle of lube from his pocket and quickly snapped the top open, squirting a large amount onto his craving arousal. He slicked himself up and Spencer chewed his bottom lip as he observed how the thick flesh gleamed in the dim light. He grabbed the base and positioned himself at his lover's gaping hole. Reid could feel the bulbous head kissing his entrance and he whined with need. He tried to push onto the length, but Hotch stopped him.

"Don't move," he ordered.

Spencer stilled his body as much as he could. Breathing heavily, he gazed at his boss with anticipation through half lidded, glassy eyes.

Aaron brought a hand down to grab Spencer's ass as he slowly thrust his hips forward, shoving the head past the constricting ring of muscle. Spencer hissed at the burn and tossed his head back, slamming his eyes shut and clutching his knees tighter to his chest. Hotch continued to sink into the tight canal until his shaft was fully sheathed in heat and his balls were against Spencer's cheeks. He stayed there leaning over the doctor, feeling his body writhe and allowing him to adjust to the intrusion.

After a few moments Spencer couldn't take it any longer. He let go of his knees and wrapped his legs firmly around Aaron's waist, thrusting his hips upward in a desperate attempt to be filled even more. He moved his hands up under Aaron's arms to grasp at his shoulder blades, dug his nails into smooth skin and pleaded, "Aaron, move! Oh please...split me open. God, fuck me Aaron!"

It was desperate and wanton and primal.

Aaron's grin was predatory as he watched the usually composed genius unravel around him. He remained in complete control as he pulled out until only his head lingered inside. Then he sunk back in at an agonizingly slow measure while he watched his slick organ disappear into Spencer's warm recesses. His cock massaged Spencer's prostate with each thrust, sending fevered heat shooting to the doctor's aching member.

"Oh god…. Fuck. Harder Aaron. Faster…" he choked out through shallow breaths and trembling lips. His skin glistened.

Aaron did as he was told, quickening his pace as he snapped his hips forward, snaking his hand around Spencer's straining length and stroking in time with his thrusts.

"Give into me, Spencer."

Spencer let go of Hotch and threw his arms out to fist the sheets as his back arched and heat simmered low in his belly.

"That's it Spencer. Let me have all of you…" Aaron purred.

He let out a strangled sob as he felt that heat travel through his throbbing cock. He bucked his hips, fucking Aaron's hand while Aaron fucked his ass.

"Cum for me, Spencer." Aaron growled out as he sped his pace and plunged his rod deep into the doctor's depths.

"Aar...Aar-Aarroonnnn...!" he screamed, breathless.

Exhausted.

Shaking.

They were drenched, the musky smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air.

Gasping, Aaron urged him on, "That's it. That's it my beautiful boy…"

Spencer's body convulsed as his ass was ruthlessly rammed; his superior repeatedly slamming against his prostate.

"Cum now, Spencer," Hotch commanded, "Scream for me..."

Spencer obeyed.

His panting ceased, his body stilled, his head flew back, and he shouted his rapture into the air as his lover pounded him through. He screamed his release, coming hard in thick, hot strands that shot forth from his thankful prick, covering Hotch's hand and his own chest. Aaron milked him until he had nothing left to give.

"That's my good boy..."

Spencer's body quivered as he rode the waves of ecstasy and Aaron felt the doctor's walls constrict around him, trying greedily to pull him in deeper. His pace sputtered and he could hold on no longer. With a deafening roar he also let go, spilling his essence deep into the lithe body beneath. Utterly spent, his head fell to Spencer's chest, and the genius brought his arms up to hold him close. Hotch nuzzled into the embrace, intoxicated by the bliss of his own release.

Minutes later he was still seated securely inside the doctor as Spencer held him, chest to chest. Aaron's head was nestled at Spencer's neck as they listened to their breathing calm and their heartbeats slow. There was a chill in the air as sweat cooled on their skin.

It was euphoric.

"I love you, Aaron," Spencer whispered as he ran his fingers through damp hair.

Aaron tightened his grip on the lean body.

"I love you, too….My Beautiful Boy."

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Spencer jolted awake, gasping for air and soaked with sweat. His pants were moist. He moved his hand down beneath the elastic band in exploration and felt the evidence of his dream—all sticky and cold and drying. He was still breathing heavy, his eyes fluttering from the memories.

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It was just the dream again...

Only a dream.

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He jumped when the room was suddenly filled with the sounds of a materializing T.A.R.D.I.S. He hit the snooze button on the alarm and looked toward the window. Pale light seeped into the bedroom as a new day dawned and the world around him began to stir.

It was time to get up.

It was time to work.

It was time to see Aaron.

He moved into his kitchen and began brewing his first pot of coffee for the day before making his way to the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower.


So...the sex. Was it ok?