Disclaimer: Even on my 200th story, I still don't get to own even a smidgen of Criminal Minds!
A/N:Update time, sorry about the space between updating! Life is not cool right now! However, thank you immensely and enjoy!
This is definitely M... torture and smut (not induced by torture, but the good kind! Or so I hope!)
Oh! And... Happy Easter everyone!
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Fate's Monster -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Do we get a name?" Derek asked as he tried to prolong the wait for whatever torture was just on the cusp of delivery. He had watched the unknown man set his new game up and he knew he couldn't get free to stop it.
"Andrew," The man grunted as continued on, not looking to Derek as he offered the answer. He remained quiet and focused as he stood and still said nothing as he went over to Penelope, looked down at her before he put his feet either side of her. He didn't need words to invoke pure fear in her, he just had to look down at Penelope and smile – which he did and he saw the fear ignite. "Fun time, Penelope," He told her and dropped down on top of her. Trapping her body beneath him once more, her arms trapped by her side with his vice like grip formed by his legs.
"Please," She whimpered as she watched him heat the branding iron in his hand and then looked past it and up to him. "Please," She asked him again in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Hey, why not me first!" Derek fought back as he watched Penelope struggle once more.
"This is my game," Andrew told Derek honestly and looked down at Penelope as she squirmed to get away from her fate continually begging with him. He took the lighter off, now satisfied that he had kept the heat at its maximum and then his face twisted with glee as he set to work. "Pain motivates the individual to withdraw from damaging situations," Andrew said as he pressed the branding iron into Penelope's neck wound and watched her initial act of bravery fail. "Most times, pain persists despite the removal of the stimulus, but sometimes" He taunted her and lifted the red hot iron out of the wound, "Pain happens once we remove the stimuli," He told her and listened to as her scream of pain was so strangled it was haunting. He knew right now, the pain was flooding her system and he was getting too much enjoyment out of watching it.
He turned to face the man in the corner as he did his usual and helplessly fought his confines to break free and kill the man before him. If there was one thing Andrew knew about this game, it was that he loved having control of the moment and that was exactly how it would end too.
He looked over at Derek, "I only do her first every time to stop her from stepping in and preventing me getting you. I don't find it very fair to keep a woman tied up unless for sexual gain anyway." Andrew's smile twitched a little as the sadistic thoughts came into his mind. "Let's just say we haven't met that part of this game plan just yet."
"You won't get a fucking chance to touch her like that!" Derek spat at him, "I will kill you!"
Getting his zippo lighter out of his pocket, Andrew sniggered at that thought as he watched the flame. Taking the small iron he covered it with flame, the blood burning immediately, allowing the smell of burning copper to fill his nostrils. It had an almost euphoric effect; the rushed endorphins throughout his system and inspired him to become more addicted to the game.
His game.
Derek's mistake came as he looked to Penelope as she lay crying in pain. As he looked, Andrew took the opportunity to take the semi-heated iron and press into his chest making his nerves come alive and his body feel the burn as it came through his shirt. Andrew smirked as he saw the pain being blocked, but he knew one day soon he would see Derek in nothing but pain and he knew that wouldn't be because of any physical injury. Andrew knew his key to Derek's downfall was Penelope, and Penelope's was his and her inability to withhold from the pain.
Derek couldn't withhold the hiss of pain that he felt as the heat ripped into his skin, taking on layer by layer as Andrew pushed in deeper and deeper. Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore the pain, but he couldn't. It became harder when Andrew brought the lighter to the metal and lit it enough to induce more heat whilst still pressed to Derek's chest. The smell of burning flesh filtered into the air of the confined space even more and Derek felt himself gag a little. It was more a knee jerk reaction that he was completely helpless here.
"Please," Penelope shouted out weakly as her eyes saw Derek in pain and it hurt her more than any of Andrew's torture. "Leave him alone."
Andrew, having heard Penelope's plea relented and stood up and moved away from Derek, looking at the now burnt shirt as it sat scorched into his chest. He walked over to Penelope as she sat slumped against the wall and stared up at him with terror.
He didn't say a word; he just left the pair to nurse themselves.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Weakness of Hate -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
It was later that night, as silence settled in and all hope seemed to be disappearing that Penelope realised she needed her best friend, her Boo, her Baby Boy. She needed her Derek back. She wanted nothing more than to crawl over to him and feel some form of comfort in this horribly cold place. She was chilled to the bone, just enough to make her teeth chatter and her body shake, but not enough for her to be numb and void of all pain.
"I was jealous," Penelope admitted softly as the night trickled in. "That's why I did what I did that night. I was so sick and tired of being jealous of all the girls that get you and what did I achieve?" She looked at him in the moonlit room as tears began their trails and dragged down her face taking the blood and dirt with them. "Losing a best friend isn't an achievement to brag about."
"You never lost me," Derek responded to her.
Scoffing in disbelief, Penelope put her head back to the wall, "Got me mighty fooled."
Derek sighed, "My ego was wounded, my pride took a fall and I don't deal well with that and when I don't deal I-"
"You closed me out," Penelope finished for him solemnly. "You had every right to, but it didn't stop it from hurting me."
"I'm a profiler, I should've seen it. I should have seen that you did it because you were in love with me," He admitted and saw her eyes flare open in shock, her mouth fall a little. "I've been thinking it over a lot, Baby, and when I'm not left to my own devices I have Emily twittering in my ear about how much of a fool I am to have missed the tell tale signs. It shouldn't have taken this long to admit it."
"But it did," Penelope declared softly.
"I was coming to you," Derek told her honestly. "The other night, I was coming to you to apologise, to make things right and tell you that I am in love with you too, but things didn't quite go according to plan."
Penelope closed her eyes as she thought about this for a moment. "Promise me one thing?" She asked him as she realised she couldn't ask for everything.
"What's that?" Derek asked back.
"You kill him," Penelope whispered to him.
Derek let out a gruff growl, "Already decided on that one, Princess."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Weakness of Hate -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"How you feeling?" Hotch asked as he guided JJ into his house, surveying all areas to make sure no one was hiding out, laying in wait for them to let their guard down enough for an ambush.
"I'm okay," JJ said and faltered instantly. She was tired, and aching, and now the fear of Christ was slowly taking over her every sense. "We're going to get them back right?"
Hotch immediately moved in, hating to see her cry. "Of course we are. We won't let him win this," Hotch told her sternly. "We won't stop until we've brought this guy down and have Morgan and Garcia back with us."
"I want them back now," JJ told him in a small sob. "I just hate the idea of someone hurting them, especially Pen. I mean Morgan can cope to some extent, but Pen, she's not trained for this."
"Hey, hey, hey I know," Hotch calmed her as he saw where she was going with this. "He will look after her."
"He hates her," JJ scoffed slowly.
Hotch shook his head, "His living on protecting his male pride. He loves her far too much to let her get hurt without his threat. This is Morgan, he would rather die than let someone willingly hurt Penelope."
"I know," She relented, because under her temporarily irrational mind she knew Derek loved Penelope enough to protect her – if he could. She needed Hotch's rational mind to bring her back down to earth. "I know that, I do." She then ran a hand over her face, "I'm just tired and, I guess I'm scared."
"C'mon," He said and put his hand to her. "We need to get some sleep. You'll feel better after some rest."
Instinctively, JJ followed Hotch through to what had to be his room and she didn't question it. She needed him, and without prejudice she was just praying that she wouldn't be left alone tonight. She knew he was making her shower before getting some rest, but she was hoping that he was sticking around and wasn't taking another room.
Except she never said anything to him. She was still shocked from her downfall and so she allowed him to be the first to speak.
"Did you mean it?" Hotch asked as she went to go to the bathroom. When she looked at him silently, he guessed the worst. "Go get yourself sorted," He commanded her gently, guessing it was the fear of the moment that made her admit that to him.
JJ stood and saw the defeated man and she felt the familiar thrum in her heart. It eclipsed all physical pain she was in and made her forget for a second only that two of their closest friends were in danger. She needed this man to know that she meant to tell him she was in love with him.
Without a word, she dropped her jacket from her shoulders and then allowed it to drop down her arms so it landed softly on the floor. Then she started to undo the buttons on her dirtied blouse and kept her eyes fixed on him.
Walking towards him, she undid her pants and walked out of them so that she would come to stand in front of him in just her underwear. "I didn't mean to tell you that then," She started softly, "But I needed you to know, Aaron and I feel like at the moment, we're just running out of time."
"We've got all the time in the world," He fought back as his hands came up to grab her around her slender waist. He pulled her down to his lap, one hand letting go so it could come up to cup her face.
"We don't," She denied him as she closed her eyes. "We shouldn't even be like this."
Hotch looked at her confused, "Why not?"
"Beth," She whispered back at him and then went to leave him, but he kept a grasp on her so she couldn't move away. "You chose her."
"I didn't have another choice," Hotch told JJ honestly. "I never thought you liked me like that. I just felt it was one sided especially as every opportunity we had was wasted. I just-"
"You thought wrong, Aaron," JJ told him and smiled. "We're a pair. It takes us nearly dying to realise this."
He smiled back and brought her face down towards his, "We'll get them back." He vowed to her heavily and then kissed to her.
Immediately JJ could feel how different this was to what she had seen when he kissed Beth. This was more passionate, less like the hard exterior Aaron Hotchner wore. This kiss told her more than words ever could and this kiss was the one that told her that she was now his choice for eternity.
Hotch pushed her down, and she let herself slip into the clear awareness that this was happening – regardless of what chaos was breaking out across their world right now, JJ didn't care and it seemed, from his part – as he rolled her over so she was under him - that Hotch didn't mind either.
Both respected that times were harsh, but neither could deny one another any longer and neither could stop this moment from going up a level. When the touches began leaving sensual tingles and both their bodies began to beg for one another they caved and Hotch allowed JJ to loosen his tie and start to undo his shirt.
"Is this," Hotch started between kisses, "what you want?"
"Lose those," JJ stated as she undid his pants and pushed down on the waistband of both those and his boxers with eager behaviour, "And it will be."
As Hotch stood enough to lose his clothing, he watched as JJ slid up the bed a little and unhooked her bra. It was now he was able to see the damage from the car crash and he couldn't believe that they went from that to this in such a short space of time.
However, he knew things like this were left to just happen, and neither one of them were forcing this.
"I'm not that hurt," She told him without a lie. Her headache had conceded, and having him and his loving made every ache leave her body. "I want this."
Hotch felt his lips twitch with a grin and he climbed onto the bed and straggled her again, kissing her in the same heated passion that had moved them to this point. He slipped his hand down her body as her roamed his and he felt how wet she was so made quick work to remove her panties. He never, in a billion years, imagined this to happen, but now it was and everything was happening so perfectly.
"Aaron," JJ gasped as she felt his fingers graze her clit and the sensation hit her with a throb. She didn't want to move this alone hastily, but she couldn't help it. Her body yearned for him like it had for no other man and she didn't want to wait any longer. "Please."
He moved his hand and readied his full erect penis. Everything about JJ turned him on: the way she watched him, the way she licked her lips in want, the feel of her hands as they ran across his skin. It was everything about JJ that captivated him and he knew one thing now - He couldn't deny her this any longer.
The feel of wholeness was immediate as he plunged deep within her moist walls and he felt her nails claw into his back as he rocked back and forth, harder and faster. He knew when life was settled he would explore every inch of her body, kiss every surface he could, taste everything about her, but for now, he was feeling complete and from JJ's reactions she was feeling the same.
Their bodies mirrored one another's, they could both feel the climax coming and neither caved easily, both craving more of the other as they found this newer, more exciting discovery of each other's bodies. This newer exploration was one that they wanted to keep and one that they hoped would last long enough to create something amazing.
As they fell down sated next to one another, Hotch felt the yearn to let JJ know how he viewed their change in the relationship. "This isn't just something that happened because of what's going on," Hotch said as he kissed down onto JJ's head. "Jennifer, I want you to know, need you to know that it's only you I want."
JJ smiled and snuggled down, "It's only you I want too." As she finished she ran her hand up his body and rested it on his chest and sighed happily. "We better sleep," She told him softly, "We gotta be back in the office in six hours."
It was later that night that JJ lay wide awake, her head against Hotch's chest as her thoughts swum to what Penelope and Derek were going through, what this bastard was subjecting them too. She thought to how they had come to hate one another and now they were thrust back together and it was as though fate had a divine plan to get them all together.
Getting up she quickly adorned the pyjamas from her go bag. She needed a quick drink and then needed to get to sleep. She wanted nothing more than to get the team back and to get Penelope and Derek to accept the reality of why they came to hate one another. JJ knew as she walked through Hotch's house that all she wanted was their semblance of family back as one.
JJ took a sip of her water as she looked out of the kitchen window. She felt safe in this house, knowing that she was going straight back to the man she really did love.
That was until familiar arms wrap around her waist and the glass of water was smashing down around her feet.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The Weakness of Hate -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-