Hey guys here is the new story! Hope you enjoy! This will be a shorter story, but there will be a longer one to follow right after. This is just supposed be lighthearted (for now). The next one will be a lot more dramatic.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor claim ownership to Criminal Minds.

The brunette man whimpered against the cold, sharp metal as it shoved into his skin. No cut was made, but a bruise would form at his temple. He gasped as the cold metal edge of the large blade pressed into the flesh of his throat. "P-Please-." His gasp cracked. He had screamed for so long, his throat now scorched with each inhale of air. "Please-."

Another slap echoed through the small, concrete cube. Another whimper escaped his battered throat and the man began to sob as the knife returned to his throat.

"Shut up, slut," the man growled as the other hand tangled in the man's dark brown locks and forced the two to make eye contact. The man bared his teeth in a semblance of a smile. "You should have been mine. Why did you have to go and sleep with that other man?"

"I-I'm sorry-."

"Shut up!" The man growled pressing the blade to the man's throat as the grin vanished from his face, replaced by a hard, cold glare. "One more word and I'll cut out your throat. You're not sorry. You were never sorry!" His voice escalated in volume until it echoed. The captured man stared, eyes wide, voice gone.

A loud bang made them both jump. "FBI! Freeze! Drop your weapon."

Reid followed as Morgan dragged their latest unsub into the police issued SUV waiting outside the one story suburban home. Hotch spoke with a couple of local police standing by. Prentiss came out with the victim as he was wheeled out on a gurney with paramedics already working to check his vitals and prepare him for the drive to the hospital.

"Alright, boys, take him away," Morgan called to the officers sitting in the SUV. They nodded and soon were off down the road as it was cleared of bystanders. Morgan turned to Reid as Hotch finished shaking hands with the detective in charge and made his way over to his forming team. Rossi had been conversing with JJ over the minute details to come as the press gathered among the bystanders.

"Well, we're done here," Hotch stated as he looked towards the crowd gathering. "Morgan and Prentiss you two, along with Rossi and JJ, can head back to Quantico tonight or tomorrow morning. Reid and I can finish up with the department here."

"Alright, sounds good," Prentiss said with a relieved smile. "How 'bout it? Tonight?"

"The sooner the better." Morgan agreed with a smile. "Let's head back and pack up."

"I'll call the plane and tell them to get ready for takeoff around seven?"

"Alright, boss."

Reid flopped on his previously chosen bed after hearing Hotch close the door behind them. They had seen the team off and he was surprised by no one making a comment about Hotch and him staying behind. Then again, this case had been hard. A sexual sadist taking apart young men who reminded him of the ex he had once abused. A few times he had to check himself to make sure he could make it through this one. He knew he could, but there were times he was shocked by how well he compartmentalized this case despite his own personal connections.

"Hey, Spencer?"

Reid turned around to lie on his side to look up at Hotch and smiled at him. "Yea?"

"You okay?"

"Yes," Reid said with a smile, catching every hitch of breath, no matter how miniscule in the way the other man asked the question. He sat up and looked up at him. "I am okay. More than okay."

"Good," Hotch said, sitting next to him on the bed. While they had been working they had opted to sleep in separate beds, just to maintain a personal professionalism. Now that the team was gone and the case was closed, they didn't need to maintain that barrier. However, there was still the veil of taboo hanging between them. This was still a work trip, but they were now alone with only the last of the paperwork to be finished with the police department.

"Tomorrow we finish up, then go to lunch with your mother and then to dinner with my brother before we catch a late plane back to Quantico," Hotch said briskly, reaching to place his hand on Reid's. The younger man smiled and laced their fingers together.

"Yes," he agreed, remembering their side plans well. "Lunch at noon and dinner at seven. Then the plane leaves at one. Isn't it convenient that your brother has a new job at a restaurant in Las Vegas?"

"Very convenient," Hotch agreed, his gaze traveling down to stare at his lover's lips. Reid looked up at him and tilted his head so slightly. "Can I kiss you?"

Reid smiled wide. "You don't have to ask for that."

"I feel like I do," Hotch murmured with a concerned look on his eyes. "This isn't a vacation, not really. We're technically still on the clock, but no one else is here and we're practically finished, but it still feels-."

He was silenced by soft lips on his. It was gentle and brief, but he knew what kisses with Reid could be like and it made him want more. He chased after as Reid pulled away and reached up with his free hand and tangled his fingers in Reid's hair and planted his lips firmly to his younger lover's. "Forbidden."

"What?" Hotch whispered as they pulled away.

"It feels forbidden," Reid murmured, untangling his hand and pushing both up Hotch's chest. Their lips were barely apart, brushing gently as they whispered. "Yet it feels exciting."

"I never dreamed I'd be in this situation." Hotch murmured pressing a kiss to Reid's lips as he pushed his freed hand up his thigh to grip his hip. "I like it. It is very exhilarating."

"Then say no more," Reid smiled and pressed one last chaste kiss before each succeeding touch of lip on lip and lip on skin became heated, fueled with murmurs of suppressed desire and passion.

Hotch's alarm buzzed against the nightstand. He grumbled briefly before reaching to shut off the alarm. He felt a familiar and welcome weight pressed against his back and an arm that had once been wrapped around his waist now moved with him. He turned and saw Reid curled up where he had been asleep on Hotch's chest, but now had been untangled. His hair was disheveled and he was still resting. Hotch smiled and gripped Reid's shoulder and kissed his temple before shaking him gently. "Spencer, time to wake up."

"Mmkay," he mumbled and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He smiled and kissed Hotch briefly before moving to stand. He paused, realizing his lack of pajamas and turned to Hotch. "You want the first shower?" He asked, his cheeks heating up.

"Sure, you rest a bit longer," Hotch agreed smiling and planting a kiss to Reid's forehead before standing and heading into the hotel bathroom. He shut the door behind him and stepped into the shower and cut on the hot water. Standing under the spray he waited for the heat to become unbearable before adjusting it. He washed quickly yet thoroughly and cut the water off and grabbed a towel before stepping back out. Reid sat up in the bed with his phone in hand, his thumbs moving quickly over the touch screen.

"Who you texting?" Hotch asked as he moved to his suitcase.

"Cles."

"You keep in touch with him?"

"Yea, he's been keeping me updated on Adrik's condition. He has full mobility of his shoulder again," Reid reported, putting his phone on the nightstand and watching Hotch get dressed before he decided his should mimic his lover.

"That's good," Hotch said as he pulled on his only other suit over his boxers. He heard the bathroom door shut and the water cut on and moved to pack his stuff up so there wouldn't be a scramble to do it later. He finished packing his duffel when Reid reappeared, his long brown locks combed back out of his face as he moved to his duffel bag on the other side of the room. Hotch watched him change out of the corner of his eye and smiled. Reid always wore his button ups and usually a sweater vest and Hotch donned his suits. They were predictable and yet they never got bored with each other. Then again, their lives were exciting enough that a little predictability might be nice for a change.

"I'm ready to go," Reid announced as he turned to find Hotch watching him. He blushed. "Is something wrong?"

"I love you," Hotch said as he snapped out of his thoughts and caught Reid's gaze with his own.

Reid smiled and pushed a few strands from his face as his hair began to dry. "I love you too."

"Alright, let's finish work so we can get to the more serious stuff." Hotch said as he grabbed his briefcase.

Reid agreed, grabbed his messenger bag, and followed after Hotch and out the door.

Chapter 1- End

TBC