I'm so sorry, my loves! I have neglected this story for far too long! But I really love this story and I couldn't stay away from it for too long, so I was hand-writing more of it. I finally got around to finishing typing this chapter though.

So, with my sincerest apologies, have a beautiful lemon, my loves. And just remember that Hotch is a full-service captor :)

~Sins~

I'd thought I was doing well. After all, I'd brought him here, tied him up, and waited for him to wake up without raping him. Then I kissed him. Not once, but twice. And suddenly, I was desperate for him. If I went back to the basement now, it would be rape and it would be fast.

It really didn't help that he was responding to my advances in a rather positive way. That turned me on more, which –pardon the bad pun– made things harder than they needed to be. So here I sat in his kitchen, willing away my more physical need for him. Even though it really wasn't working.

Well, now it was time to do the least erotic thing in the world: dishes. Even I couldn't find doing the dishes sexy.

…?...

The pipes made a bit of racket overhead. What is he doing? Taking another shower? The water cut off rather abruptly, and then started again briefly. Oh, he's doing dishes. He's a full-service captor: cooks, kisses, and cleans. Wow. The longer I was down here, the worse my jokes got.

My imagination went into overdrive. I could almost see him standing in front of the sink, water beading on his forearms and splashing up to soak the front of his shirt, making the black shirt cling even more to his chest.

A low moan rumbled out of my throat and into the almost-quiet of the basement. My God, how could the notion of him doing dishes be sexy?

…?...

This was getting ridiculous.

Water had begun to soak my shirt almost as soon as I'd started doing the dishes, and I was getting sick of the clinging wetness of the cloth. So I stripped my shirt off and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs.

A soft sound drifted up to me from the basement. Grabbing a towel, I dried my hands as I walked to the basement door and opened it slowly. "Gideon? Are you alright down there?"

I heard slight movement. "I'm fine," he returned, his voice strained.

Somehow, I didn't quiet believe that. Laying the towel on the counter by the door, I walked down the stairs, wanting to know what was wrong. Just because I was holding him captive didn't mean I wanted him to be uncomfortable. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes sought him out.

His face was slightly flushed and his eyes widened when he saw my bare chest. He might be sick, I thought, carefully weighing the options, or he might just be really horny. And we can't have that.

"Are you really okay?" I asked, concerned.

He nodded vigorously.

I walked to him, careful to hide my intent behind my concerned expression. I touched my lips to his forehead under the guise of checking his temperature, feeling him shiver against me. "You might be a little on the warm side," I commented, touching his shoulders in a seemingly innocent manner but feeling the muscles ripple under my touch.

Oh, yeah, he's definitely horny. What did I do to cause this and can I do it again? I thought wolfishly, then I revised my thinking a bit. Well, I don't really want to make this worse on him, but it makes me happy to know he wants me back. At least physically.

I met his gaze, his dark eyes like pools of melted dark chocolate. Then I swooped in and kissed him, hard, my hands sliding to his back to caress his spine. He arched into me, a low sound rumbling in his chest. Metal clinked as he strained against the handcuffs, desperate for touch. In sympathy, I moved close enough for him to touch me without hurting himself. His large hands were warm on my chest as he traced imaginary designs on my skin.

I snuck one of my hands forward and into my pocket, digging for the keys to the cuffs. Drawing back to catch a breath, I came up triumphantly with the key a moment after. I took a baby step back, only to watch him strain against the handcuffs again. I leaned in and kissed him softly, using both hands to unlock the handcuffs: first the right, then the left.

His arms, now freed, wrapped around my neck to pull me closer and he returned my kiss with soul-searing hunger. I straddled one of his knees to bring myself closer to him. Sliding one hand down his stomach, I slid up his leg, creating a delicious friction between that had me moaning into his mouth.

…?...

God, he felt good all over. His mouth was hot and hungry over mine. His hands slid sensually down my chest as he rode my thigh, his cock pressing against my leg. How could this man feel like heaven against me?

His moan was surprising, not to mention, a huge turn-on. Then his hand brushed against my almost-painfully erect cock and suddenly I was the one moaning. He kissed me silent, smiling against my lips. He took such pleasure in my need, but he needed me just as much, which my own hands sought to prove.

I spanned the width of his chest with my hands, gently skimming across the warm bronzed skin. Then I raked my nails down his chest, making him shiver against me. I brought my hands back up slowly, gently, soothing the scratch marks. Deciding to draw out the power I had a bit more, I started slowly, first playing with his nipples and earning a soft sound –almost a mew– of pleasure, then I slowly drug my nails down his chest again.

Then his hands slid into my pants. I'd been too distracted to notice his nimble fingers at work undoing them, but now I was well-aware of his hands. His fingers slid under the waist band of my boxers to tantalize the skin with light, skimming caresses.

A low moan sounded in the room. Was it him or was it me? It really didn't matter anymore to either of us. My hands tingled, needing to touch him, to make him as crazy as he was making me. I raked my nails down his back, then cupped his well-shaped ass with my hands and squeezing it.

His head fell back and I smiled. Leaning forward, I pressed a light kiss to his chest, inhaling, taking his scent deep into myself.

He's like a drug, I thought idly, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

…?...

He was totally surrendered to it. His brain was on vacation and he was thinking with his hormones. And I was loving it, no question.

He kissed my chest again and I shifted until I could bring my lips back to his, my hands still caressing sensitized skin, working closer and closer to the parts that begged for my attention. I pressed my hand against him through his pants and he moaned into me, his hips lifting, begging for more contact. Obliging him, I increased the pressure, still kissing him. Gently, I stroked him with one hand, hurriedly working his pants lower with the other.

His hands worked unsteadily on removing my pants, his fingers clumsy, starting then stopping as I nibbled at his lip. I smiled against his lips and simply kissed him, letting him steady his hands and achieve his goal as my own hands steadied and achieved mine.

He explored me with his fingertips, starting at my waist and working slowly down. I dropped kisses on his chest, still caressing his cock through the cloth of his boxers. His hands trembled against me and his speed increased as I murmured encouragement in a husky voice.

He slid a hesitant hand into my boxers to touch me. I groaned at the feel of his hands on me, but I moved his hand away to allow for what I had in mind. I worked his boxers down to follow his pants with one hand, the other occupied with stroking and touching the newly-bared flesh.

I moved myself until I was situated between his knees. Carefully, I dug my pocket knife out of the pocket of my discarded jeans and severed the tape that held his ankles in place before tossing the knife away. Of his own accord, he tried to spread his legs wider. I grinned at him and finished removing his clothing before placing one of his legs over each of my shoulders and bending down to capture him with my mouth.

He let out a loud moan and his fingers laced themselves deep into my hair as I began to swirl my tongue on his sensitive tip. Drawing off him after a moment, I ran my tongue along that throbbing vein on the underside of his cock before I drew him into my mouth again, this time applying suction as one of my hands moved to hold his hips in place and the other moved to play with his balls.

Incoherent noises of pleasure poured from his bruised, parted lips. I took them as a good sign and kept working him with the same, steady torturous pace. I let a low, dark sound roll out of the back of my throat and watched him thrash as the vibrations ran up his cock. His loud, hoarse moan was my reward.

I bobbed my head up and down over him, my hand moving to pump the length of him that wasn't in my mouth. His breathing grew harsher and I got the notion he was close, oh so very close, teetering on the edge. I scrapped my teeth over him.

His grip on my hair tightened. "A-Aaron!" he exclaimed, pleasure causing his stutter.

I wanted to smile, to shout in triumph, to take him as mine, but instead, I increased my pace and the pressure.

He didn't last much longer than that, coming with my name one his lips, filling my mouth. I swallowed what I could of it, believing firmly in 'waste not, want not', and found it startled him that I had. I gave into my urge to smile at him.

Slowly, I drew off him, then moved forward to claim his lips briefly before leaving him be as he was to go upstairs and take care of my own problem.

Ah, men are so weird some days. It's like Hotch can feel Gideon inching toward him and each time he does, he retreats.

I feel your pain, Gideon :(

POST-CHAPTER CONVERSATION!

Sins: Hotch, do you ever intend to stay in a room with Gideon long enough to let anything more happen?
Hotch: *blushes like a school girl*
Sins: I'll take that as a no. Poor Gideon.
Hotch: I just don't like *whispers in Sins ear* being out of control.
Sins: *kisses Hotch's cheek* I'm sure he'll make you love it. *retreats*
Hotch: Make me love WHAT?

XD

ANYWAY! I'm lucky if anyone still follows this story with how long I've neglected my boys. :(

So, if you still are, just press that pretty button and tell me what you like, what you think will happen next, or what you think SHOULD happen next :)

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