A/N: Chapter Two, a bit sooner than I normally would but I figure what the hell, may as well. Before posting this chapter I did a bit of research on the net. I was concerned about it being too obvious that Spencer would be spotted as a male right away due to his adam's apple. I even googled a lot of pics of him (gotta love google images) and in most you really can't notice it that much. Not unless he has his head turned in an upwards angle to look well up. Please search online or wherever if you don't want to take my word on it but everyone actually has what is known as an adam's apple, I won't go into an explanation of what it is. It is just more prominent in some males. There are actually some female stars that have very noticeable ones and men you can't even tell. So Hotch or any other man seeing it in the off chance Spencer were to tilt his head all the way back, it wouldn't be confirmation of his sex. The only other problem I had was with his hands, he has manly hands, but some females can have manly hands (my aunt does, but you didn't hear that from me). Okay, so please read and let me know what you think!

Warnings: A twist of lime

Disclaimer: Don't own it or make money!

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Chapter Two

He shouldn't have done it! Spencer fidgeted in the back seat of the taxi and didn't care if he looked odd. The side of his knee was starting to itch from the lack of hair and he was sure he had more cuts than hair follicles at the moment. Couldn't he have worn the dress without killing his limbs? Granted Shelby had allowed him to try on the stockings without going through the process of shaving but that had been pointless. His hair had been springing through the fragile material, ending the masquerade. Austin had laughed and reminded him that women didn't walk around with wooly legs. So he sat with legs, arms, and armpits free of fur.

Not only did he have no hair on his exposed body but the four hours it had taken Shelby had ended with him having a head full of thick, brunette hair. The damn weave was real human hair so he would have to take care with it, Shelby wanted it back. The length ended mid-back and had enough curl to appear bounce worthy from a magazine ad. Shockingly the long tresses made his features gentler in appearance. With the added cosmetics, he looked like a damn girl. Looking different was the entire point of this charade but he felt like a damn girl. Even the fucking driver thought he was a girl.

"Going to a party, Miss?"

Yay, small talk which may turn into unwanted flirtation. Spencer only smiled at the man. Shelby swore that the makeup was expensive and good for twelve hours, not even the world's best blowjob would make his lipstick smear. What he really hated was the brazier that was jammed with fake padding. Did women really feel the need for these gel-filled paddings? It did make him look like he had a laughable twin pair of breasts. What he adored was the gown, it was beautiful.

Spencer didn't do designer but the gown had to cost his neighbor a fortune. The length flowed freely to his shoes, as soft as silk, and went well with the flats. He had refused to wear the heels that would make him a giant. Austin assured him that most wouldn't bother looking to see if they could inspect his footwear. Many would just assume that he was a tall woman that had used heels to add more height. The top was modest, leaving his arms and throat bare, he hadn't been paying attention when he'd been shoved into the thing. He had been concerned if people would be able to see the half-brazier. It couldn't be seen and the gown wasn't designed to show cleavage. Even better, it came with a shawl. The traditional ball mask was on his face to complete it. All that was left was to throw his voice to be softer and he might be able pull off the ultimate costume.

"Dammit," the earrings were fucking killing his ears. Why had he listened and allowed them to be pierced? The studs were large enough to cover up any redness until he got home and removed them. No way was he going to swap them out for the simple pair Austin had offered. He wasn't going to leave the holes open. He should have gone with the kind that clip on.

"This is the place," the driver pulled along the driveway, bypassing the many vehicles that were parked.

Right, time to work his costume. Keep his voice low, his head held down to keep anyone from noticing the obvious fact that he was male, and pray that his mascara didn't run. The cab stopped near the front door and he reached inside the bodice to withdraw the twenty he had stashed. "Keep the change."

The vehicle pulled off leaving him standing at the foot of the steps. Inside the party was raging, the music so loud the glass was vibrating. No way the Italian was happy about the outcome, because something was going to end up broke by the end of the night. Most likely his ass because he had to make it up the steps without disgracing himself. "I can do this, I can do this."

The front door was yanked open by an elderly couple that was leaving in a hurry. The wife was wearing a crown and the husband an eye patch, they didn't match. Spencer politely thanked them before scooting inside the still open door. The husband nodded and made sure to hold it open to allow him inside.

"Stop gawking, Harold."

Was his crossdressing that apparent? Spencer halted at the harsh tone and turned to see what the man was staring at. The old man still had the door open and was watching him. The eyes were boldly running along his covered legs and landed on his face. Did the man know? Did his walk make it obvious that he was a man? The wife yanked on the husband's arms and the door closed shut, putting Spencer alone in a familiar place. He knew where to go for the party.

His trek put him past many people that were dressed for the occasion. No one bothered to stop him or to ask why he was wearing a dress. He also didn't spot any of his team on the way out back. Pen and JJ had really outdone themselves with the decorations, with the help of Rossi's once second and soon to be next wife. Carved pumpkins were lined along the glass doors leading outside. Lights were strewn everywhere to light up the grounds and he could see the buffet table before stepping out.

Barely outside, he stopped to take a quick look around, unsure of what to do next. The first member of his team was spotted, it was Penelope. The robust woman was standing near the table with a glass in hand, dressed as cat woman. Not far were JJ and Will, both speaking to another couple, and they were dressed in matching army duds. Wait, he knew the woman that was wearing an offensive playboy bunny outfit. That was Beth, he recognized her the moment she turned her face to look in the direction towards the gazebo swing. That was definitely Beth but the man standing next to her wasn't their boss. Thor was too short with atrocious calf muscles but had his arm around the woman's waist. Her date but once more she glanced towards the gazebo area.

Spencer stepped around a group that was debating on who could drink the most without ending up in a coma. He was looking for one person in particular and it took only a moment to find him. Sitting on the swing relaxing was Hotch, dressed as Prince Charming. He almost laughed at the idea but then it struck him that the pants were most likely leotards. Who had convinced the man to wear something so gaudy? Like he had room to talk, he looked like a girl, and Hotch just looked over to spot him.

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Why had he let JJ convince him to wear this thing? Aaron massaged his eyes, willing the headache to go away. He should have just attended in his suit and pretended to be a lawyer. He looked ridiculous and the hose was riding into forbidden areas. Why had he remained once it had become apparent that Beth was moving on? The others had already spoken to him to make sure he was alright with the fact that his ex was here with another man. He was fine, he really wasn't that upset over it. Which made him wonder why he wanted to talk to her in the first place. If it didn't bother him that she had a date, were his feelings strong enough to attempt reconciling? Not giving a shit was a sure sign that things were done.

It was one of the things that had floored him with Haley. The affair had never been discussed because he had let the obvious signs slide, not wanting to make the situation worse. The first sign was the lack of sex whenever he was home at night. The second was the hang ups whenever he would answer the phone. The last was when she had accidently whimpered another man's name in her sleep. Thinking back he couldn't fault her for having an affair or leaving him. He had put his job first and he hadn't really made any attempts to stop her from leaving. No tears had been shed when she had walked out or filed for a divorce. Just like he hadn't shed a tear when Beth had decided to take the job offer. Was he the problem?

Aaron leaned back on the swing to get comfortable. Not caring that Thor had kissed his ex fully on the cheek. He wanted her to be happy, she deserved it. They hadn't been happy enough together to NOT want to part, so she was free to seek it elsewhere. He would seek it if he thought it was possible for himself. Getting up in age he was positive that his chance was gone. If he could be a great dad for Jack, he'd content himself with that. There was little chance that his soul mate would suddenly come looking for him.

An angel surely wasn't going to appear and hand him love. The fortune teller was wrong, he would miss out on love because it wasn't there for him to find. What the hell, was he developing a memory like Reid's? Why did he have to recall what some fraud said to him? By saying love would find him but he would miss out if he didn't look was another way of saying 'I don't know what I'm talking about so I'll be vague as hell.' He should have made the kid get his done, see if she told him the same line.

Where was the genius anyways? JJ had insisted that Reid was going to show up but the party was three hours in and there was still no sign of him. Aaron knew because he had been constantly waiting to see if someone would show up wearing a bag. Groaning, he adjusted his seat to allow his balls room to move in the tight pants. Another half hour he was going to call it a night and make his excuses. Right after he called to see why Reid wasn't showing like the rest of them.

He opened his eyes to see if he could spot the youngest member mulling around. There was no Reid near JJ, or by the heavily drinking Garcia, and Rossi was still with the large group of fans. He turned his head, considering heading into the house to check. There was no doctor, there was an angel dressed in a blue gown. The only things missing were the wings and glowing halo. Dressed for a masquerade ball, she was enchanting. The light from the flickering candles nearby made the entrance almost surreal. She was beautiful and that jackass Carter had also spotted her.

A few moments went by before the woman excused herself and scooted by the disappointed agent. Aaron watched her nod at Penelope and continue to walk in the direction of the gazebo, in his direction. Nice, she was tall but slender, almost scrawny. Not that it was a bad thing, he actually liked them slender. It didn't matter that she didn't have much upstairs or had a narrow waist, she was exquisite. She was also coming over.

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Really? Spencer excused himself from the questions before he shrieked at the womanizing asshole. He knew who Carter was and he wasn't interested. Later he'd have to give Austin the fifty he just lost on their bet. Did he really look that much like a woman that even a womanizing pig couldn't tell? This was Morgan's fault for always calling him Pretty Boy, it had turned him pretty. The one he wanted to test out was still seated and not moving.

Uncaring how it would appear, he walked past everyone that gave him a greeting to step up inside the open gazebo. He wanted to see how long it took before Hotch realized that it was him in drag. The odds that it wouldn't take his boss more than a few minutes at most to discover his secret. "Hello, do you mind?"

"Please do," Aaron scooted a bit to allow her enough room to sit next to him. She smiled softly at him with lush pink, kissable lips and turned to lower herself. He couldn't help it, he had to glance over to see what he could, and despite being thin, she had a great ass. The long legs were placed in front and crossed in a lady-like fashion.

"I didn't expect so many people to be here," Spencer commented when at least twenty more came walking out of the house. How many were hiding inside the main section? The price of the booze on that table had to be worth of a month's salary.

And he hadn't been expecting a beautiful stranger to show up either. Aaron allowed his gaze to take in every inch of the profile, studying her face. His stomach coiled in recognition but he was positive they had never met before. The lovely features turned, looking directly at him. The eyes made his breath catch, where had he seen eyes like that before? Almost dark brown but there was a definite mix of green that gave a dreamy effect. Bedroom eyes, the kind that made you never want to look away. Was she saying something?

"You alright?" Spencer grew concerned the longer his boss remained silent. There was a plastic, red cup in his hand that had to be filled with booze. The team had official invites to remain the night instead of driving home drunk. Was Hotch upset because of Beth? The ex had yet to take her gaze away from the swing. "I think she wants to talk to you."

"Who does?" Who? He didn't want to talk to anyone else. Aaron licked the back of his teeth, his eyes dropping to the pouting lips.

"Beth's been watching you for a while now." Spencer felt out of place when Hotch turned his attention to the Bunny that seemed to want him to acknowledge that she was there. Was the date a means to make the man jealous? He hated to break it to her, Hotch wasn't the jealous type. "I can go sit elsewhere if you want her to come over."

"No, I would like it if you were to stay." He didn't want her to go. He was sure Beth just wanted to say hello and to make sure that he didn't care that she wasn't alone. It was just like her to apologize for bringing a date unannounced. He didn't care, he was more interested in the one already sitting next to him.

"Are you sure?" He didn't mind but if Hotch wanted to talk to Beth, it wasn't his place to prevent it.

"I am," Aaron stretched out an arm to rest on the back of the swing. His company shrugged before leaning towards the obvious limb, "I hope the weather holds."

"If it doesn't they will have to take the bobbing contest inside. Do you know how large the pot has gotten to?" Spencer wasn't going to try to prove how fast he could pull out an apple with his teeth. The two blondes had bantered on the last ride home that they could beat each other's time. Everyone had turned bright red when JJ had boasted that Will always enjoyed how she was awesome with her mouth.

"It was at fifty players the last I heard, that puts the pot up to twenty-five hundred already." Aaron wondered how she knew his ex. Someone had to invite her to the party. "Are you going to join them?"

"Why? So they can flaunt the skills I'm sure I lack." No way, he wasn't going to compete against those two, he sucked with his mouth. He knew the basics of trying to grab an apple but it wasn't that easy. He'd leave the games for those with more experience with putting foreign objects in their mouths.

She was friends with the couple, through Beth maybe. Aaron didn't want to discuss his ex-girlfriend's special skills. He wanted a name, "How do you know Beth?"

"Huh?" That got Spencer to snap his head to look at the man sitting close. What had he asked? How did he know Beth? Because they worked together and he had to live with the fact that the man he found to be very desirable loved her. Had Hotch yet to realize who he was? Then why had he insisted that he sit when it was obvious that Beth wanted to talk? Did he still look like a stranger? His costume wasn't that damn good or was Hotch that drunk? "F..ff…friends."

The blush was adorable, Aaron liked it. He wanted to remove that mask to get a complete image but it would be rude to ask. "I didn't catch your name."

"Because I didn't throw it," and he wasn't sure what to do now. Should he inform Hotch of his identity or let it play out a bit longer so the man couldn't claim to have known all along? He had to wait for the perfect moment to announce it, it was the only way to prove his point.

That was acceptable if she didn't want to tell a stranger her name. He could wait to get it, "Fair enough. Would you like to take a walk around the grounds? They are about to start the contest."

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"You should really put your shoes back on," Aaron lectured, concern at the bare feet beneath the gown. Every once in a while a toe sneaked out. For the last two hours they had walked around making small talk while the party raged in the distance.

"They are killing my feet," Spencer had no idea how women did it. JJ and Emily normally worked in heels, the woman had earned unknown points after tonight.

"Then why wear them?" He noticed that they weren't the normal heels but she didn't need help with her height. Beneath the dress were legs that were made to wrap around a man's waist.

"Because sneakers don't go with this dress," Spencer sighed for his poor toes that would have blisters come morning. "I swore off heels when I broke my ass bone as a child."

"How did you manage that?" He tried not to laugh at such a horrible memory but it was hard. Just as hard as it was not to let his gaze swing back to inspect the ass of topic.

"I was playing dress up and it was Mom's turn to lecture my toys. I heard my parents fighting downstairs so I rushed to put her things back and I tripped over a book that I had been reading earlier at the foot of the stairs. I completely forgot to take the heels off first so I took a tumble." Spencer could still recall every detail of his father's face seeing him at the bottom in his mother's gown and shoes near the top.

"I can see why it would put you off, I wouldn't wear them after that either." He was glad it hadn't turned out worse, a fall down the stairs could be dangerous. "I think I feel rain in the air. Why don't we find some place quiet inside?"

"Alright," Spencer almost freaked when the hand landed on his lower back. How much more would he have to share before Hotch realized who he was? He should have admitted to it ten minutes into their walk but he hadn't been able to find the words. Not once the man had smiled at him like he really wanted him to be there. "Are you checking out my ass?"

Busted but he hadn't been subtle about it. The voice rose in shock and he was surprised that she was. Every man they had crossed paths with had checked out his company. One of those that didn't know her own appeal. "I was and I apologize if it made you uncomfortable."

"Um, not really." It was just weird to know that his boss was checking out his backside. No way he was going to ever admit that he had dressed up as a girl now. How could they work together after Hotch had been ogling him? It didn't matter if the man liked what he saw or not, it was attached to him. "Just surprised is all."

"Why?" He asked as he held the side door open for her to step inside. Again, he let his gaze drop for a second to reaffirm his decision that he liked what he saw.

Because he was Reid, he wasn't Beth. Even as a girl he looked nothing like Hotch's exes. Haley had been beautiful and delicate. Beth was also considered beautiful and curvy, with an athletic tone. Instead of heading to the dying party in the back, he was directed up the stairs. "Because I figured that Beth was more your type and why are we heading upstairs?"

"They are playing darts in the study, the front room is filled with people crashing and vomiting, and I'd rather not hang around the kitchen. I swear I will not touch you."

Right, because he wasn't Haley or Beth. Spencer wondered why he was freaking out to begin with, this was Hotch. The man wasn't the type to do a one-night stand, especially with a man. And not when a stunned JJ slid to a halt as Hotch opened the room door for them. "People are gawking."

"Let them," Hotch let her be the first to walk into the room that had been given to him for the night. He nodded at JJ who was coming out of her and Will's room. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone and he was a grown man. Dave had been on his case for months now to find someone so that was exactly what he was going to do.

"Are you sure you don't mind word getting back to Beth? There is a chance that guy is just a friend," Spencer sat on the edge, "Doubt you want her getting the wrong impression."

How much had Beth mentioned of their relationship? What did she know about him? Was that the reason for the concern? Had his ex shared the fact that they had sex on the first date? "What impression would that be?"

"That you brought me up here for more than just talk." Spencer gave in to the need and got comfortable against the headboard. It was past time to admit to Hotch that he was himself. To keep talking with the hopes of getting just a few more minutes of attention was absurd. Hotch would never be interested in him that way. "If she hears that we are in here, she might think you're interested in someone else."

"But I am," he was very interested in learning who he had spent the evening with for many reasons. He had enjoyed their conversation greatly. The witty banter, the blushing, and how easy he found it to talk.

"I know you aren't referring to me," Spencer was sure his jaw hit the mattress at the nod. This wasn't happening, it wasn't. There was no way in hell this was happening between he and Hotch. Dammit, how embarrassing was it going to be when he admitted who he was? There was one sure way to end it without having to reveal himself. Obviously Hotch couldn't tell it was him with most of his face hidden by hair and mask, but he could always admit to being a male dressed as a girl. "You don't even know me."

"True, I don't know your name. There is a lot I don't know about you," Things like if his company was really a female. It was hard to tell with that damn thing on. All he could make out was the jaw, the mouth, and the eyes. Half of the picture was missing, so he couldn't say for sure. If his guest were a male then he was still beautiful. Three other people had shown up at the start of the party dressed as the Pointer Sisters, only one a female. He wasn't sure with the height, slender frame, and most women would just blush or be flattered if he were caught checking them out. The idea didn't bother him, even though he had never experimented with another male.

Besides, hadn't he been told that happiness would find him? It was ludicrous to put any belief in what a fortune teller said but for a moment he wanted to not care. Every moment in his life was always done the right way, and he rarely took chances. He had married his high school sweetheart and started a family, content with the peaceful existence he had been living when it came to love. Beth had also been safe, she had been normal. A woman close to his own age, employed, completely risk-free, and he had never been in love with her.

Aaron knew his friends, co-workers, and family would be appalled to realize that he was thinking about trusting in fate. Didn't it mean something that someone fitting the very description had found him? He wanted to do as Dave suggested and just go with it. At this point he didn't really care if his angel turned out to be the same gender. Male or female, he felt a pull and he wanted to know where it could lead.

"What are you doing?" Spencer panicked having the large hand reach out to touch his covered knee. He hadn't come inside the room for this, not this. What the hell? This wasn't right, Hotch wasn't the type to hit on a stranger. Maybe flirt but not make a move on. Okay, maybe he really didn't know his boss that well because the man was getting too close for comfort.

"Trying to kiss you," he wanted to see if the mouth was as smooth as it looked. Aaron leaned in after scooting closer on the mattress. If his guest wanted things to stop, he would do so. He wouldn't force himself on anyone and all it would take would be to turn away.

"Oh," why did his words fail him? Spencer couldn't think of anything else to say to explain why that would be a really, really horrible idea because it was. He couldn't kiss Hotch, not that the man realized who he was kissing. But what would one kiss hurt? It was just a little kiss and he would never get this chance again. What would it hurt? Maybe just a quick kiss to see what it was like. "Okay."

"Okay," he leaned in and turned to the side to come in. The perfect mouth was so close and he knew before it began that a chaste kiss wasn't going to be enough. Not when the mouth was so soft, smooth, and sent a jolt of awareness down his spine.

WOW, that was all his infamous IQ could come up with feeling the strong lips coast along his own. Spencer closed his eyes and sighed, trying to memorize every second, every sensation of the timid kiss. He was aware of how close the larger man was, a little further and issues would arise. The slick wetness coaxed him into parting his lips to let the tip of Hotch's tongue to enter. It was a huge mistake, one he didn't think he could regret making. The man kissed like he did everything else; bold, confident, and demanding. The few females he had tried to kiss in his college years had left him completely unaffected. This was one of those things JJ and Emily had discussed on the jet one afternoon; a kiss that made the toes curl. All the nerves in his body felt alive when he managed to meet the action, trying to participate in the kiss. It was difficult to do anything but get lost in the way his mouth was being devoured.

Aaron felt the air hit his tongue the moment his hand came in contact with the smooth cheek. The mask was still in place, keeping the identity in the dark. He wouldn't pressure, not yet, and he really didn't want to risk being pushed away. The kiss continued until his lungs felt about ready to burst and then a few more minutes. Each time their tongues clashed it was like having the fire in his groin prodded with a poker. He couldn't remember the last time a single kiss had gotten him so aroused. His body was alive with anticipation and wanted to get closer to the heat that was beneath him.

"Wa…" Spencer whimpered when he was given time to take a deep breath before his mouth was captured in a wild kiss. There was no playing, each swipe of Hotch's tongue was all about causing the lust in his groin to flare to new heights. So caught up in the dominating kiss, he didn't realize how close the man's torso had gotten until it was too late. Bodies came in contact and he got to feel that he wasn't the only one affected by the kiss. And there was no way in hell the other man would have missed the erection that he was sporting. His wasn't as impressive as his boss' but it was more than noticeable, especially when the man's groin rubbed into his own to come back for a second inspection. "Wait, shit."

"You okay?" Dammit, he didn't want to feel like he was forcing anything to happen, but Aaron was extremely disappointed hearing the words. Not when he could feel the arousal that they shared so close to his own. Rutting would be very juvenile but he'd take that right now. His body felt on fire and the need to get closer was prodding him to continue.

"Um," Spencer wasn't sure what to say at the moment but a moan escaped when the slightest movement caused the thickness to brush against his own. The moment of getting upset and angry over the discovery that both had a penis didn't come. Had Hotch discovered who he was without him saying anything or was the man okay with the fact that he was making out with another male? Did that mean Hotch was comfortable with the idea of being bi-sexual? "No, I've just never, you know."

"Me either," but he wanted to kiss him again. Aaron lowered slowly to give plenty of time for the word no to be uttered. It wasn't. A few times he had imagined what it would be like to kiss another male. The problem was he didn't know any that were bi or homo-sexual that he was attracted to. For him it was about how a person made him feel and he liked what he felt when his company leaned forward to initiate the next kiss.

That much Spencer was aware of and it made him wonder if Hotch was really okay with kissing another male. True to form, the appointed alpha male took control of things. The heat of their kiss and the pressure between them, which was killing him. Their cocks were touching while covered by their clothing, but there was no other form of friction to help ease the ache. Was it to let him know that kissing him wasn't a turn-off?

'Fuck,' Aaron moaned harshly feeling the hands going into his hair. The skilled fingers that had been the only real give away that his company wasn't a female. Fingertips played with the nape, lightly stroking the sensitive area, and giving him chills. That combined with the coy fight for dominance had his cock leaking. A husky moan escaped from the slender throat causing the world to spin.

Was that really their Unit Chief making that noise? Spencer placed a quick peck on the bottom lip, loving the feel of Hotch's breath coming out in quick pants. If he didn't know better he'd say the man was trembling but it wasn't that cool in the room. Was this the cooldown period before they ended up doing something foolish? He didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep touching. Bottom line, he wanted something he couldn't have.

That was horrifying, and fantastic that his moment of disgrace hadn't been noticed. Aaron let the mouth adorn his jaw with affection, the entire time praying that the pants would soak up most of his accident. He hadn't ejaculated prematurely since he was a teenager and then it had taken some innocent stoking to humiliate him. Not only had he released but his cock was very angry that it had been done so in such a solitary manner. Oh, that was going to severely test his morals. A foot was running along his calf, opening up the thighs below to do so. Unable to resist the temptation, he reached a hand down to find the raised knee. The material of the gown was slid out of the way to expose a smooth limb. Such soft skin, all the way to the inner thigh.

Spencer wasn't sure how much more he could take. Not when the mouth was back on him, kissing like their life depended on it, and the hand was doing things that shouldn't be possible. It wasn't that close to his private area but the twinges in his groin indicated the start of the end. The damn thumb was driving him crazy. Truthfully just the idea of whose hand was caressing him was about to make him go. It was Hotch rubbing his thigh, the man's cock rubbing against him, and the deep voice that he had come to constantly listen for moaned greedily into his own mouth. Hearing the lust-filled growl sent him over the edge, straight into insanity.

That was so hot. Aaron couldn't resist running his fingers around to cup the lush bottom that had lifted off of the mattress. The beauty beneath him was shaking and making the most adorable sounds to indicate each time the pleasure spiked during orgasm.

"HOOOTCCHHH!" The name was screamed a split second before the door practically gave away under the frantic pounding.

"Shit! Sec," he scrambled from the bed and raced to the door. It was JJ on the other side screaming for his attention. He knew it had to be important if she were disturbing him so he didn't yell at her, "JJ?"

"Rossi said to get you. They are fighting, I'm mean she's fighting. No one else will do anything," JJ had yanked her own husband back when Will had come out of it with a busted nose from a misplaced elbow. Their boss could handle it, even if one of them were no longer employed by the BAU. Things were more one-sided but no one wanted to risk getting injured due to a very pissed off and drunk Garcia.

"Coming," the fight most likely explained the hacker's mood as of late. He turned to the one laying on the mattress with a look of concern. He didn't want to leave but he didn't think Dave would send for him if anyone else could handle it. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Go," Spencer wasn't sure who was fighting but JJ had said it was a she, that meant one out of two were down there causing a scene. If Hotch was being dragged down then it was a member of their team, so most likely it was Penelope down there. It wasn't like the normally cheerful analyst to be violent, but he wouldn't normally allow their boss to get him off either. The man nodded and rushed out of the door without glancing back, leaving him alone.

Leaving him alone to allow the situation to sink in as the complimentary box of tissue was grabbed from the bedside table. He was alone in a room waiting for his boss to come back to possibly end the night in sex after already getting off once. That wasn't a wise course of action. What were the chances of continuing without the man wanting to remove the mask? Hotch would want to see who he was being with and that couldn't happen. He couldn't let anyone know that he was up here hoping their boss would seduce him. No, he had to go while everyone was distracted.

Both shoes were snatched from where they had placed and the soiled tissue hastily tossed into the trash. His feet hit the carpet running, he barely noticed if anyone was out in the hall, and he paid no heed to those he went by on the way to the front door. His escape was halted for a brief moment to see what was causing the commotion through the open doors. Hotch was trying to hold onto a frantic Penelope and a busted up Morgan was pleading with her to calm down. He was curious as to why the two would fight but he had his own problems to concern himself with. Thankfully the few guests that were still around were too interested in the fight to worry about someone leaving.

There was no one to call him back or to inquire what the hurry was as he ran out of the front doors to race down the front stairs. What were the odds? A man dressed up as a devil was stepping out of a cab, arriving to the party just in time for the highlight. Spencer waved his arms frantically, "Hold the cab, please."

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