Title: Ultimate Grand Supreme, Chapter 2 – "That thing about trust …"

Author: Kuria Dalmatia

See Chapter 1 for warnings, comments, disclaimers, etc.

Feedback always welcome.


Two months go by and the subject of ponying Aaron out for other Doms doesn't come up. Aaron's curious, of course, because Spencer doesn't say things just to say things when they're in their Dom/sub time.

Of course, some of the two months passing had to do with the Job, not just from the UnSubs but Bureau politics. Aaron's professional relationship with Morgan is still jagged and brittle after the whole Prentiss "coming back from the dead" thing. The camaraderie shared by being a unit chief is gone. While Morgan still takes on more paperwork than he needs to, there is an aloofness and wariness that wasn't there before. It aggravates Aaron because if Morgan had to make the decision about Prentiss, Morgan would make the same one that Aaron did.

Down in Florida, Morgan makes a crack about Hotch's trust issues and it still hurts like hell. Aaron seethes with resentment. Aaron wants to shout, I trust Spencer with my being, because he does. He gives himself to Spencer without hesitation because he knows that Spencer will protect him and cherish him. Yes, his limits will be pushed but that's what a good Master does.

But Aaron couldn't at that time, because he was Hotch and (as hypocritical as it is), some lines just can't be crossed. Earning Spencer's forgiveness when Prentiss came back had been surprisingly easy. All Spencer had said was, "You've punished yourself enough already. I'm angry and it will take me time to accept the reasoning, but I understand." Within three weeks, all was back to normal.

Now, they've returned from Florida, Strauss is back in rehab, and Morgan's comment is still eating at him. Aaron's more miserable that he's been in a while. Morgan isn't the type to let go of a perceived 'betrayal' and the implication that Aaron can't trust anyone burns badly.

It's why when he and Spencer retire to the bedroom for the evening, Spencer walking ahead of him and chatting about various Winter Solstice festivals, Aaron drops to his knees once the door is closed and locked. He places his hands flat on his thighs, and keeps his gaze firmly on the carpet in front of him.

Spencer continues for a few moments before abruptly stopping. He must have turned and seen Aaron. They have a routine that they go through when starting a scene and this is not part of it. Granted, Spencer can assume the role of Master anytime he wants and Aaron is expected to comply immediately. Yet if Aaron asks, his Master reserves the right to turn him down.

Aaron closes his eyes, but flexes his fingers on the fine wool of his trousers.

He's angry. His pride is damaged. He needs to prove Morgan wrong and knows precisely how to do it, even if he's only proving it to himself.

Again.

He desperately wants his Master to grant his unspoken request.

The seconds that tick by are excruciating. Aaron can't control his breathing or stop himself from gripping and releasing the fabric beneath his palms. He hears Spencer move about the room and then the quiet creak of the bed springs.

"Here," his Master orders, voice low and commanding.

Aaron momentarily sways with relief before shuffling over and positing himself between his Master's knees. He keeps his gaze focused on the floor. He hasn't been given permission to look up.

"What do you wish?" his Master asks.

He swallows hard before saying, "You said once that you wanted to show me off." He steadies himself. "If it still is your wish, it would be my honor, sir."

Fingers ghost across Aaron's brow, down the side of his face and then under his chin. "Look at me," his Master says, "and tell me again."

There's no hesitation as he looks up. There's no hitch in his voice as he says firmly, "Please, sir, if you wish to show me off, it will be my honor."

"Why?"

"Because you wish it." Aaron pauses. "Because I trust you."

A small smile plays across his Master's lips as he nods slightly. Aaron wonders if his Master knows about Morgan's accusation or if he's guessing that this has been something that's been building for weeks. His Master's voice is gentle as he says, "I know you trust me. There's no need to prove it."

Aaron keeps the frown off his features, the disappointment from twisting his lips. He knows his Master's words are meant to be comforting, but they crush him.

"Yet you still want to," his Master continues.

"Yes, sir." His voice is level. Devoid of emotion. Either his Master will grant his wish or he won't.

Suddenly, his Master slides down next to him, nudging Aaron to face him sideways. Aaron does, but drops his gaze again. His Master traces Aaron's features with his fingers, light and graceful. "If I do show you off," his Master begins and then presses his forefinger into Aaron's mouth.

Aaron automatically begins tonguing and sucking the digit, giving it all the attention he would if it were his Master's cock.

"If I do show you off, the other Doms will want to sample you," his Master explains as he taps on Aaron's chin to force him to look up. "They will want to touch you. They may want to put their cocks in your mouth. They may want to fuck your throat and cum on you."

Aaron shivers as his eyes lock with his Master's. He continues to suck his Master's finger.

"They will want to play with your ass, spread you open and inspect you. They will want to clamp your nipples and hang weights from your balls. They will want to bind your dick with rope." His Master pulls his finger abruptly from Aaron's mouth. "They may want to fuck you so hard and long that you will lose track of which cock belongs to which Dom." His Master leans closer. "Is that what you want?"

It's a fantasy that Aaron has never spoken of. One that he keeps locked away tightly because the possibility of it happening was, up until this point, astronomically remote. Yet his Master's blunt, detailed description flares it back to life. It's a relinquishment of power and a state of vulnerability that is absolutely petrifying, but … but …

"You will be there," Aaron states.

His Master's eyes narrow. "Yes."

"And I will still have my safe word."

"Yes."

"Then, if it is what you wish, yes."

His Master's features go unreadable. He lets out a sigh. "I will consider it."

It's not the answer Aaron wants, but he knows that he will work even harder to prove himself, to erase any doubt that his Master may have about his performance.

He will.