Hotch opened his eyes. His head hurt. Scanning the room he notices he appears to be in a small room. Perhaps a basement. There a small windows high up the wall, but too small to craw through. There is the faintest scent of paint and gasoline.
These things signal alarm bells, but nothing more so than the knowledge that he did not know how he came to be in this confined area. Trying to piece back his day he remembered an anonymous tip saying they heard screaming coming from a neighbours house. The team joined the LEO's to canvas the area. Morgan with Reid, Rossi with JJ, him with Emily –
Emily! Where was Emily?
Suddenly the only door swung open. Emily stumbled in. Falling to her knees a few feet away from Hotch. Hotch rushed to her. "Don't", she said. "Don't look concerned. Please. You don't know what I know. Haven't heard the things I've heard. Seen what I have."
"Emily, tell me. What has you so scared?"
"He had videos. Dozens of them. All of couples that he'd killed. Everytime one showed concern or affection for the other he made them do...things."
"What Emily? What did he make them do? If it helps us to survive long enough for the team to find us I need to know."
"Sex Hotch." She was shaking now. "he made them have sex with eachother. He points a gun to their heads and makes them perform sexual acts on eachother, while he watches. Can you believe that all this time the bruising, all that tearing, we thought was caused by the UNSUB raping them. Not once did we consider this."
"Emily, I need to ask you something, about the videos, did the victims having sex excite or aggravate the UNSUB?"
"What are you suggesting Hotch? That we fill in our time before getting rescued by having sex?"
"If it keeps us alive. Look, I know how it sounds..."
"Do you? Really? Do you really know what it feels like to be raped? To have someone touch you knowing that they don't even love you? Do you know what that feels like? Let me tell you – it feels like you are being torn apart from the inside out."
Their discussion was paused when they heard a knock at their door. "Everyone descent? Hope not." An evil laugh filled the space. Without realising it Emily stepped closer to Hotch. Lacing her fingers with his.
The door opened. He had a flashlight in his hand. Blinding the two with its light.
"Agent Hotchner I presume. Glad you could join us. And you're holding hands. I know something else you two might like to do. Since you seem so comfortable with eachother. Clothes off. Both of you."
"Excites him", Emily whispers.
"I'll be gentle. Trust me. Just keep your eyes close and try to forget where you are and who you're with."
Hotch didn't know if he could perform under these circumstances. But fortunately when he saw Emily undressing his fears seem redundant. He notices the video camera in the corner. The tell tale red light on. Show time.
"Right, you two. Down and dirty." He begins to wave his gun around in their direction. "Lets see, I want some 69 action. An orgasm from you missy if it's not too much trouble. Then Agent Hotchner you take Agent Prentiss from behind to finish yourself off."
The pair froze. Stunned. Neither moved for a whole minute. Suddenly Emily was struck across the back of the head causing her to stumble into Hotch's arms.
"Now. Down on the floor. Understand?"
They nodded their reply. The each sunk to their knees, awkwardly, trying to get into position while trying to maintain some integrity. Deciding on sides they lean in towards eachother.
Hotch clamps down onto her. Sucking her clit into his lips and gently nipping at it. He feels her mouth close over him. The feeling was amazing, despite the circumstances.
He concentrates all his efforts into pleasuring her. Ignoring the desire pulsating through him. He slipped a finger into her folds. He felt her gasp. She sucked harder. He could almost hear her moaning. He added a second finger. Moving at the same pace his tongue did. He began to feel her tighten. She pulled herself off him and in that moment arched her back and while whimpering she thanked God for Aaron Hotchner.