Warnings: Graphic Slash, Rape Elements, Violence, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Bondage, Torture, Mental Issues, Bad Language, Possible Character Death?
Heed the warnings from here on out, please.
Chapter Three
Misunderstandings
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An hour later, there was a knock on Reid's door. He opened it to reveal Aaron Hotchner standing on the other side. He was still in the suit he'd been wearing during the day. His starched white dress shirt was accompanied by a burgundy tie. His suit was a dark charcoal, and he wore the jacket unbuttoned. A pair of black loafers covered his feet. His short, raven hair looked perfectly imperfect with a few spikey pieces jutting from the top of his head, as if he'd ran his fingers through it recently.
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He looks stunning.
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Reid suddenly felt underdressed in his brown cords, white shirt, tan sweater vest and black Converse high-tops.
"Hey, Reid. You ready?"
"S-Sure, um…let me just grab my wallet." Reid walked over to the floor next to the couch and rummaged through his messenger bag until he found his wallet. Putting it in his back pocket he turned to Aaron and gave him a small smile. "Ok, ready."
Fifteen minutes later the pair walked into Giorgio's. It was a quaint little family restaurant with a warm and inviting atmosphere. The lighting was dimmed, with wall sconces adding to the ambiance. The tables were covered with tan tablecloths and white place settings. It was 8:30 on a Thursday night, so there weren't many customers. The waitress, a young brunette with pouty lips, come hither-eyes and a spunky attitude, sat the couple at a table in a quiet alcove. She handed them two menus and asked in a sultry voice, "So, what can I get you two lovebirds to drink?"
Reid's eyes bugged out at her words, but Hotch didn't even flinch. He just looked up at her with his stoic expression like he hadn't even heard what she'd called them. "I'll just have water. Reid…" he gestured to the stunned genius and waited for him to reply.
The waitress, Liza was what her name tag said, looked at the seemingly speechless man. "Everything five by five over there, cutie?" she asked.
Reid came back to his senses and shifted his eyes to meet hers. "Um, yeah….water, water's fine," he said as he nodded.
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Do we look like lovebirds?
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"Ok, two waters comin' right up." She turned and walked toward the back.
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He didn't correct her….
He liked it.
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Reid smiled at the thought; he could feel his cheeks flushing. He brought his attention down to the menu in front of him and quickly read over it. Three seconds later, he closed it and placed it on the table in front of him.
Hotch just stared at him.
"What? I read 20,000 words per minute. You should be used to it by now," he teased.
Hotch shook his head in amusement and looked back down at the menu in his own hands.
Liza returned with their waters. "You boys ready to order?"
Reid quickly answered, "I'll have the Mediterranean Pasta with Grilled Chicken. Oh, but um, can you leave the onions off, please?" as he articulated with his hands.
A nervous tick.
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Can't have onion breath….
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"Right on…no onions for Geek Chic." She wrote down his order and turned to Hotch.
He looked up at her, "I'd like the Veal Savoia, please." He shifted his gaze to Reid, "Reid, do you want to split an appetizer?" He looked up with a shy nod and Hotch continued, "How about some Mozzarella Sticks?"
"You got it, Tall Dark and Gorgeous. Shouldn't be too long. Just yell if you two need anything else." With a smile and a wink at Reid, she gathered up the menus and headed toward the kitchen.
Reid watched her warily, and then turned to Hotch. "Was she coming onto us? Like, both of us?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Reid," Hotch deadpanned, but his smirk gave him away and Reid grinned at the playfulness.
They sat there for a few minutes in companionable silence, just taking in the scenery. Then, Reid began to fidget anxiously and broke the silence. "So, Haley has a new book club?"
Hotch looked to him and nodded. "Yes, she's spending more time out of the house lately it seems. It's good for her to have a hobby though, seeing as how I'm gone a lot for work. She gets lonely."
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You get lonely, too.
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"Do you get lonely? When you've been gone on a case and come home to an empty house I mean?" Reid could see that Hotch was holding back, that he didn't want to speak ill of his wife, because he felt guilty for being gone so much.
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You're not happy with her.
I can make you so much happier.
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Hotch shrugged his shoulders as Liza returned with their meals. "Here ya go, boys." She set the plates down and refilled their waters before leaving them alone again.
They ate and enjoyed a bit of small talk….about previous cases, what recent milestones Jack was hitting, how Reid's mom was doing….and then the bill arrived. Hotch went to pull his wallet out, but Reid stopped him with a light touch to his wrist.
It felt electric, the feel of his fingers over Aaron's skin.
His heart began to quicken.
"Please, Hotch. Let me get this. You picked me up." His fingers lingered a moment longer before he broke contact and added, "I insist."
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This is a date.
He drove, I'll pay.
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Hotch reluctantly acquiesced and Reid handed Liza his credit card with the bill. She was gone for just a few minutes before returning with his receipt. They stood and headed toward the door. Right before they exited the building they heard Liza shout out, "You boys don't do anything I wouldn't do now!"
Hotch leaned into Reid a little as they walked out and murmured with a smile, "I don't think that excludes much."
Reid felt his cheeks flush as he glanced at Hotch and chuckled. "Yeah...probably not..."
"Do you wanna come in for a drink?"
They were sitting in front of Reid's house after returning from dinner.
Hotch sat there mulling the question over for a moment before making his decision. "Sure, I could really go for a drink after the last few days. Haley's probably not home yet anyway. She was going to grab a bite with her girlfriends after their meeting."
Reid smiled back at Hotch and proceeded to open the car door.
When they walked into the entryway Reid slipped his shoes off his feet and gestured for Hotch to take a seat in the living room while he headed to the kitchen in search of whatever alcohol he could find. He wasn't a big drinker, so all he had in the house was stuff other people gave him or brought over and forgot about.
Aaron turned in the opposite direction and entered the quaint room, removing his suit jacket and taking a seat on the brown leather couch against the same wall the front door was located. It was worn, but soft and comfortable. There was a coffee table sitting in front of the couch and one side table next to the left arm; the side furthest from the door. Both surfaces were covered with books. There were two comfortable looking arm chairs on either side of the coffee table, and a TV and entertainment center directly across from the couch on the opposite wall. There was also a door on the same wall, but Hotch wasn't sure where it led…possibly a bathroom or a bedroom, maybe a study. Books were also littered around the room on the floor and in the entertainment center. Hotch noticed a few DVD's next to the TV...mostly science fiction titles from what he could tell.
It was quintessentially Reid.
The doctor came into the room then with a bottle of vodka in one hand and scotch in the other, "Pick your poison?"
Hotch looked at the bottles in the genius' hold: Balblair Highland Single Malt Scotch Whiskey 1969 or Smirnoff Vodka.
"Definitely the Balblair….how did you even get that, Reid? It's not cheap."
He laughed a little as he explained, "Well, Rossi thought I needed some expensive alcohol to warm my house."
It took a moment for Hotch to register what he was saying. Grinning, he tried to clarify, "You mean he gave it to you as a house warming gift?"
"That's what he said. I wasn't going to argue with him about how a beverage cannot possibly 'warm'," he gestured with air quotes, "a house." The young agent then walked back into the kitchen to pour two tumblers, two fingers each, neat.
Aaron snickered under his breath at how a genius with an IQ of 187 could be so dense.
When Reid returned he passed a glass to Hotch, brushing his hand against Hotch's during the transfer. His heart was pounding again and he was afraid his boss could hear the organ trying to burst out of his chest. He watched Aaron knock back his drink while he nervously fidgeted next to him, his own glass still full.
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He's waiting for me to say something.
He's being a gentleman and waiting for me to make the first move.
He cares that much.
I know he loves me.
He's just waiting for a sign…
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He knocked back his own drink to steel his nerves and give himself some liquid courage.
"I should probably be goin—"
Hotch was abruptly interrupted as Reid lunged toward him. The doctor took Aaron's head in his hands and brought their lips together in a crushing kiss.
Hotch was shell shocked for a moment before he realized what was happening; Spencer Reid's lips were pressed firmly to his.
The young profiler moved to straddle his lap, but Hotch stopped him. He pulled his lips away from Reid's and grabbed the younger man by the shoulders, holding him at an arm's length as he caught his breath. Flabbergasted, he cried, "Reid! What do you think you're doing?" He couldn't hide the shock in his voice.
The look of confusion on Reid's face was evident. "This is what you want." He hesitated as he observed the appalled expression in his superior's eyes. "It's…it's what we both want, Aaron," he continued, while placing his hand on Hotch's thigh and leaning in closer.
Aaron lifted his hands to stop Reid's advance. "Reid, no….you've got the wrong idea here. I'm sorry."
Reid furrowed his brow and leered at Hotch for a moment before he stuttered, "I thought….I mean…." he glanced at the front door, "you picked me up and—"
"Reid, I'm married."
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You love me….
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"I love Haley."
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You're not happy with her.
She's nobody.
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"She's my wife."
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No!
We love each other.
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"You and I are just friends, Reid. And colleagues."
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How could you do this to me?
How could you lead me on like that?
We're supposed to be together!
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"Reid, do you understand?"
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No…no, we'll be together.
We're going to be together.
I'll show you...
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"Reid?"
Reid came out of his thoughts, looked at Hotch and stammered, "God...I'm so so s-sorry, Hotch….I'm really sorry." He shook his head as he ran his hands through his wavy curls; then placed his fingertips to his temples and rubbed circles into the skin as he muttered, "I thought—but no, I just got the wrong idea..."
"Yeah, you did, Reid." His voice was low but calm. He looked at the genius with a concerned gaze, "I should head home."
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No.
I can't let him go back to her.
The slut….
She doesn't deserve him.
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"Please, Hotch, I really messed up this time." He looked imploringly at the older man. "Let me make it up to you…one more drink?" He shrugged his right shoulder a bit and gazed at Hotch with his best puppy dog eyes.
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Come on...
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Aaron contemplated Reid's request, examining the genius warily. "Reid, I don't know…"
"Really…it was just a big mistake!" He let out an uneasy laugh while he inwardly scrutinized Hotch's facial expression.
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He's torn between staying and leaving.
He's unsure.
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"It would make me feel better if we could just forget all about this." He spoke with sincerity as he continued, "We're friends and colleagues, Hotch. Nothing more….I get that now."
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Make it believable.
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He gave Hotch the most genuine smile he could muster as he waited for a reply.
Hesitantly, Aaron agreed. "Ok, Reid….one more, but then I really do need to get home."
"Of course. Thanks, Hotch."
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I only need one more.
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Reid picked up the empty glasses and turned to go back into kitchen. He poured the drinks, then brought his hand down to pull open his 'junk' drawer. A wide array of items could be found in that drawer: a roll of scotch tape, some AA and AAA batteries, a small flashlight, an old pair of black horn-rimmed glasses, a pair of scissors, a pair of ear buds, some loose change….
A bottle of pills.
He grabbed the bottle and shut the drawer. It was a prescription for Valium 10mg tablets. He'd had them for a while, ever since the Fisher King case. Having his mother in Quantico had taken a lot out of him, emotionally. His physician thought they would help ease some of his anxiety.
He didn't need them now.
He was doing much better.
"This'll do," he mumbled to himself.
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You're not going home to that bitch any time soon, Aaron.
I won't let you.
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He examined the bottle, twisted the lid off and shook 3 pills into his palm.
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Too much?
It could be a bit excessive, I suppose.
But Hotch is pretty big, so….
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He used the back of a spoon to crush the pills into a fine powder and sprinkled the white dust into Aaron's glass. After he thoroughly stirred the contents he picked up his own glass and walked back into the living room, where Hotch was still sitting on the couch.
"Here you go," he breathed as he handed the spiked drink to his unsuspecting guest.
He sat down in the armchair with his own drink in hand and observed Aaron. Hotch swirled the glass in his hand around a few times before drawing it up to his lips and taking a large drink.
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That's it.
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Reid's nervousness was subsiding, his heart rate slowing as he spoke. "I want to apologize again…Hotch. I'm really sorry." He kept his eyes fixed on Aaron as he turned to face Reid.
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Look like you're actually drinking, Spencer.
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Reid lifted his glass up to his lips and peered over the rim as Hotch lifted his own glass and replied, "It's ok, Reid. Misunderstandings happen."
The genius bit his bottom lip, narrowed his eyes, and watched Aaron swallow down another mouthful of the amber liquor.
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There you go, beautiful...
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"I think I should be go…." He faltered, clearing his throat before he tried to continue, "…should be going, Reid."
Spencer stood and moved closer to the older man. He sat down on the couch next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you feeling ok...Aaron? You don't look well…" His voice held a hint of sarcasm.
Aaron looked a little confused by Reid calling him by his given name. He tried to stand, but immediately collapsed back down to the couch cushion with a groan. The glass in his hand was threatening to fall.
"Here…..let me take that for you." Reid softly sighed as he replaced his grip on Aaron's shoulder and snatched the tumbler out of his grasp before it crashed to the floor. Aaron blinked furiously in a vain attempt to stay focused and alert.
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God, he's gorgeous.
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"What…R-Reid…" he tried to speak as his head bobbed and his body swayed.
Reid raised his brows and opened his mouth as he narrowed his eyes in mock confusion. He watched Aaron struggle to speak.
"Wha….w-what—" Aaron stuttered.
"Shhh….." Reid hissed. He moved his body closer as he raised his right hand to cup Aaron's cheek. He pulled Hotch's head closer to his and whispered in his ear, "Call me Spencer, Aaron." Then he pulled away slightly to gaze at the dazed man, watching in morbid fascination as he was rapidly losing consciousness.
Hotch attempted to clutch onto Reid's wrist but his arms didn't seem to be working properly. His head dipped and his breath became erratic; the edges of his vision were growing dim. He tried to speak again, "Wh...wha...Rrrei..."
Spencer pulled Hotch to him, laying his head on the doctor's shoulder as he softly murmured, "Don't worry, Aaron. I'll take care of you…" Then he leaned forward, still gripping Aaron's head in his hands, as he guided him down to lay on the couch, resting his head on one of the pillows.
He watched as Aaron continued to fight the effects of the drugs and alcohol trying to pull him under. His eyes fluttered faintly as he felt the doctor crawl onto his supine form. He couldn't speak, but Aaron's body trembled underneath him and Spencer relished the feel of it. It was intoxicating. The strong and fearless Aaron Hotchner was lying helpless before him, struggling to stay awake. All shuddering breaths and quivering lips...and the sight of that almost pushed Reid over the edge right there. He brought his lips down to meet slightly parted ones in a soft caress and then grinned as he moaned, "Oh Aaron...you and I...we're gonna have so...much...fun..." He glared down as Aaron groaned and his eyes fell shut, unconsciousness finally claiming him.
Spencer sat up and leisurely ran a finger over Hotch's parted lips, over his chin, and then down his neck. He smiled as he whispered, "I'm never going to let you go, Aaron."
Soooo, I guess Spencer didn't like Aaron turning him down. From here on out he kinda goes off the deep end and doesn't look back….
Giorgio's is a real Italian restaurant near Quantico, and the boys ordered from the actual menu.
Any idea who Liza's based off of?