Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Aaron Hotchner

Summary: After a bad case, Aaron Hotchner finds himself on the doorstep of a friend. [Criminal Minds, Season 5]

Aaron paused on the porch, his arms at his sides and his go bag in his hands, and sighed. The moon shone down onto the stone porch and the chilly breeze of the evening circled around him. The light from the house flooded the porch and lit up the stone pillars that cornered the porch. Faint flakes of snow fell onto the ground behind him and the door opened just as he raised his hand to knock.

Harry stood on the other side of the doorway, his green eyes narrowed. He was already in a loose shirt and pajama pants that had little golden snitches on them for bed. There was no visible wand holster anywhere on Harry's body but Aaron knew that Harry didn't need instant access to a wand if anything happened. Harry was a weapon and they both knew it. "Aaron?"

"I… Can I stay here for the night?"

"Sure, of course."

Harry stepped aside and opened the door wider. Aaron walked inside, breathing a sigh of relief at the warmth. The door closed behind him and Harry came around to stand in front of him, crossing his arms and looking him over.

"You already have dinner or do I need to feed you?"

Aaron blinked and shook his head. "I got dinner with the team. I'm okay."

Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing pointedly to the gun at Aaron's waist before meeting his eyes. "Bad case? You usually don't come here right after leaving work."

"Murdered children. One of them… looked like Jack."

Harry's eyes softened and he took a step closer towards him, his arms loose at his sides. "What do you need?"

Aaron sucked in a tight breath, his suit still on his body, his gun reholstered after killing the unsub today. His heart thundered within his chest and he looked down at the go bag in his hands. "I can't… I…"

Two fingers tipped his chin up and he looked into Harry's eyes, the warmth of his touch invading him and he deflated. Harry looked at him, perhaps searching for something. Aaron wasn't too sure what the man was looking for or if he found it but Harry nodded. Harry wasn't a profiler but there were some things that Harry just saw, regardless of training.

"I was just about to recheck the wards before bed. Go, I'll meet you in the bedroom. Leave your guns in the safe," Harry remarked quietly, wrinkling his nose before withdrawing his fingers.

"Are you sure I can stay?"

"There's no one else in the house tonight," Harry answered, lifting his shoulders in a small shrug. "Well… Buckbeak's around in the yard somewhere but I'm pretty sure you're not asking about nonhumans."

"No. I wasn't. Thanks."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you still… looking for Foyet?"

Aaron nodded, shivering slightly at the reminder. "I don't know if we'll find him before ten years passes though. He didn't start killing again until Shaunessy was dying and that was ten years later."

"You want magical help?"

"No. It's… on me."

Harry let out a noise of consideration at his words and took a step closer towards him. "You can stay here while I check on the wards if that's what you're worried about."

"I'd appreciate that."

Harry nodded, reached out to grasp his shoulder and squeeze before he pulled away, sitting down cross legged on the floor. Aaron watched as Harry breathed in deeply and then a slight, white glow covered the man's body. The walls of the house lit up in greens and reds, shields of light racing around the home's walls and covering every inch of it.

Energy filled the room and Aaron sucked in a tight breath at the visible reminder of Harry's magic. Harry's warding was strong and would keep out any people who wanted to do harm to either man and yet Aaron stayed where he was, staring at the door as the shields of red and green met.

He turned around to look at the home before him, taking in the beautiful kitchen countertops and the island in the middle. The dining table could hold as many as ten people, something that Harry had offhandedly told him at some point. The wizard had a big adopted family and there was space for every single person.

The safe was just beyond the kitchen, in the little nook under the stairs and Aaron took one last look at Harry before walking over to the shelving unit under the stairs. It looked like a cubby unit, with several different containers of items in various boxes. The safe was in the middle of it and Aaron reached out, placing his palm on the lid.

The box lit up and almost seemed to hum before the lid swung open, recognizing him. Aaron reached down to pull out the gun on his belt and the gun at his ankle before sliding them in. There were a few other magical items in the safe and Aaron didn't pay them much attention as he closed the safe lid. The box lit up again with subtle green magic and then went dark.

"Do you want to do anything before bed? We could watch a movie."

"I'm tired enough to sleep for a week," Aaron whispered, his heart racing at Harry's sudden appearance. He hadn't heard the other man walk up or finish checking the wards at all. "It's only been…"

"A week since Foyet attacked you and your case in Canada. I know. Come on. See if I can take you apart slower tonight. Get you out of your head."

Aaron's cheeks reddened and Harry grinned a little, reaching out a hand to wrap around his waist.

Harry curled an arm around Aaron's waist and reeled him in like a fishermen would a fish, leaning into press a kiss to his mouth. Aaron groaned and melted into him, his eyes widening with arousal and his cock hardening. His heart raced as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth, brushing against his own.

Harry deepened the kiss further, swallowed up Aaron's whine and slipped a hand underneath his shirt, stroking circles into heated skin. Aaron started a little, pulling away and stared at him, dropping his hands over his shirt.

"Aaron?"

"My… Foyet…"

"Your scars?" Harry asked, his eyes softening even more. "Aaron, I have scars too. A rather visible one too. I'm not going to judge you."

" I let him-"

"You didn't let him do anything," Harry argued, his eyes narrowing.

Aaron stared at him, breathing hard, his lips kiss bruised and his eyes wide. "I let him get away."

Harry stared back. "You were unconscious. You couldn't have done anything."

"I stayed awake until he was done."

Aaron sucked in a tight breath, curling his arm around his chest. "I remember… I remember everything that he did that night."

"Aaron…"

"And now he's after my family. It's my fault."

"That…" Harry trailed off, reaching out a hand, palm up. "Is not your fault, Aaron Hotchner. What does your team tell victims of a crime like this? It's not their fault."

"I should have-"

"What? You should have what? Aaron, this and whatever Foyet did after you told him you weren't going to take his deal, is not your fault. How my godfather died is not my fault and this is no different."

"I let him… touch me," Aaron finally said, breathing hard and staring at him with unfocused eyes. "I should have fought harder."

Harry's eyes flashed and then he sighed. "You were exhausted and beat up. Don't you dare blame yourself for what Foyet did. However you were with Foyet while he was… attacking you, you must have thought he would have done more if you had fought harder. You're a damn good profiler, Aaron. You did what you had to to survive."

Aaron stared at him and Harry blinked, reached out his hand to entwine their fingers.

"You don't have to do this alone, you know," Harry finally said, his voice quiet but husky, bringing Aaron's hand up to his mouth and kissing his knuckles. Aaron went bright red at the kiss, his eyes widening even more. "I know what it's like to lead a team. Come on. Let's go to bed."

Aaron dipped his head in a nod and curled his fingers around Harry's as the other man led him upstairs. It was silent as they walked up the stairs but it was a companionable silence and Harry left him to think, as they walked towards the master bedroom. Aaron knew that Harry had one guest room upstairs and one downstairs while Harry had another room that served as an office.

The master bedroom was large, larger than a normal master bedroom, with a fireplace and a huge bathroom attached to it. It was the exact opposite of how Harry had lived as a child, of a childhood spent in very tightly enclosed spaces. The fireplace was crackling with life, the fire mostly contained within the space.

There were a few books on the bedside table but definitely not as many as Spencer's and not as big either. Harry's holly wand was on the bedside table, closer to the bed, easily reachable.

Harry stopped in front of him, yawned briefly and gave him a once over look before gently pushing him in the direction of the bed. "Is your team on stand down for the next few days or are you due back tomorrow?"

"We're on stand down. The last case took a few days and… I will need to go back in tomorrow but not for a case."

Harry nodded idly and pressed a hand to Aaron's chest, raising an eyebrow.

Aaron looked at him and then sighed, leaning slightly towards him.

Harry quietly slipped his hands under Aaron's suit jacket, reached up to slowly undo his tie, his fingers brushing skin. Aaron sucked in a tight breath, his eyes widening as Harry moved, pulling the tie off his neck and dropping it to the floor. Harry caught his eyes as he nudged Aaron backwards, the other man's feet hitting the foot of the bed with a light thump.

Harry slipped his fingers underneath the suit shirt, stroking warm skin and helped Aaron to take off the shirt and vest, leaving his chest bare to the gaze. Half of the scars that Foyet had left were on Aaron's chest, two down each arm and three on his chest and stomach. The other four were on Aaron's legs and Harry sighed, drawing the man into another warm kiss.

Harry gave a slight push and Aaron sat down, peering up at him with wide brown eyes. Harry met his eyes, pressed a kiss to his forehead and slipped his shoes off, throwing them away from the bed. Harry reached out to circle his waist, helping him shuck off the dress pants, revealing his boxers and his cock underneath. Harry grinned and ran his hand over the material and Aaron gasped, his breathing shaky as he stared, wide eyed, down at him. His world narrowed to the hand Harry had on him, as he palmed him through his boxers.

Desire shot through him like a bullet and he arched into Harry's hand, trying to get friction as pre-come spurted. Harry smiled and stroked him, once, twice and then withdrew his hand. Aaron whined and would have followed him up had it not been for Harry stepping into the vee of his legs and reaching out to cup his chin. Harry leaned down to press his lips to his and Aaron groaned, as Harry nipped his way into his mouth.

One of Harry's hands curled around his neck, rubbing circles into his skin. Aaron reached up to wrap his arm around Harry's waist, opening his mouth to him as Harry brushed his tongue against his.

Heat gathered at the base of his spine and his cock hardened even more as he took in a shaky breath. The bulge in Harry's pants was very visible and his mouth went dry at the memory of their first night together. He watched as Harry shucked off his shirt, baring a mostly unscarred chest. Another little push and he fell back down onto the bed, on his back, and Harry followed him, tracing his fingers over his chest and scraping over a nipple, pulling a raw noise from him.

Aaron reached an arm up to wrap around Harry's back, pulling him closer and bucking as Harry's other hand moved downward. Harry grinned down at him, his green eyes wide with arousal as he licked his lips.

Harry leaned down to lick a path up his chest, nipping little bites and Aaron almost bucked up, letting out a whine. He trembled with need, his heart racing at the heat in Harry's eyes.

"Fuck, you look beautiful like this," Harry muttered, smoothing his fingers over Aaron's chest and leaned down to kiss a path up his chest. Aaron writhed underneath him, pleasure sparking through his body as Harry pressed a wet kiss at the base of his throat.

He tilted his head back, letting Harry have access to his throat and whined, his cock aching with the need to be touched. "Harry."

"We have all night," Harry whispered, as he sat in between his legs, his fingers pausing at his waist. "Can you wait?"

"Harry." Aaron's voice was hoarse, husky and desperate as he squirmed around on the bed under him. Sweat dripped down his back and his heart thundered in his chest as he looked up at Harry, seeing the man's wide green eyes and the heat in them. "I want… I want you. Please, fuck me."

Harry smiled, his cheeks reddening a little, and slipped his hand underneath his boxers, trailing his fingers down to stroke his inner thighs. Aaron groaned, his own fingers curling into the mattress, and attempted to buck up only for Harry to press down lightly. "Stay."

Aaron whined but stayed, hearing the steel underneath Harry's words.

Harry pulled away briefly and pulled off his pants, baring his hard cock. Aaron's mouth went dry at the sight and Harry reached down to slip his boxers off, the material sliding off with feather light touches to his cock and lighting his nerves up with pleasure. He lifted his hips and Harry slid the material off easily, brushing past skin.

Harry's fingers continued to circle his thighs, smoothing circles into his skin and then finally, finally sliding onto his cock. Aaron bucked up, letting out a strangled yell and Harry stroked him, smearing pre-come all over. He leaned down, swallowing up Aaron's noise with a kiss, then withdrew his fingers, slid them downward, rubbing over muscle and warm skin.

The moment that a finger slipped inside him, he sighed out in relief, moaned as it curled inside him and hit the spot.

"Look at you, all splayed out for me," Harry whispered softly, crooking his finger and adding another one. "The unit chief of the BAU. I haven't even fucked you yet."

Aaron groaned, heat gathering in his stomach. Pleasure sparked as Harry's fingers hit curled further into him, stretching him out. He dug his fingers into the mattress underneath him and spread his legs even further, groaning as Harry slid yet another finger into him.

Harry watched as Aaron's eyes widened and then closed tightly, his body stretched out beneath him. There was sweat on Aaron's forehead and his hair had lost its combed over look. His fingers were digging into the mattress in a white knuckled grip. His cock was hard and spurting out pre-come continously and Harry reached down to stroke it again, his heart racing as he heard Aaron groan again, low and husky.

He withdrew his fingers from within the other man only a little bit, leaving them on the rim of the muscle. Felt as the muscle underneath him clenched around nothing and Aaron tried to move, his brown eyes opening, unfocused and wide with arousal. He looked a mess but a beautiful one, sweaty, his cock straining up and empty.

Harry reached up to cup his chin and Aaron's eyes focused on him. Brown eyes looked into green and Harry lined himself up and slid home in that instant, making Aaron yell out. Heat encompassed him and Harry sucked in a tight breath like he had suckerpunched, drawing his hand down to slip into Aaron's right hand.

He paused there, just an inch inside and caught his breath before slowly slipping further in. Aaron whimpered underneath him, his fingers curling around Harry's, and sank onto his cock. Harry groaned and thrust sharply, chasing his own release, making Aaron inhale sharply, his muscles clenching around him.

Harry leaned down to press a kiss to Aaron's waist, trailing up to lick a wet kiss on the crook between neck and shoulder and Aaron trembled underneath him.

"If you want to come, you can," Harry croaked out, his voice hoarse, pulling out a little and then sliding in again hard. "Aaron, it's just me. Let go."

Aaron whined, closing his eyes tightly before reopening them. Harry reached down a hand to stroke his cock, twisting slightly at its head and nipping a biting kiss into his skin. Aaron groaned, bucking up into Harry's hand and came, his release bringing Harry over the edge as well.

"That's it, love," Harry whispered, his heart racing within his chest as he froze, pleasure rocketing through him. He stroked Aaron through his release, come splattering his stomach, and slipped out, casting a quiet cleaning charm over the both of them.

Aaron groaned and his eyes blinked open slowly, looking up at him, pleasure in his eyes instead of guilt and tension. "Thank you."

Harry's lips twitched up into a grin and Aaron rolled his eyes.

"You look like the cat that got the canary," Aaron muttered, throwing his arm over his eyes.

"You feel better though, don't you," Harry remarked, turning over to lift up the covers on his side. "You're welcome."

"And to think, I thought you were the unsub a year ago," Aaron retorted, lifting his arm up and watching as Harry made himself comfortable.

Harry blinked and snapped his fingers, the covers sliding down and covering Aaron as well. "I suppose I can see how you would think that. I'd make a very good criminal."

Aaron snorted and melted into the covers, letting out a deep sigh. "You'd make a horrible criminal."

"Excuse you, Agent Hotchner, I'd be the best," Harry argued, poking him in the closest shoulder and using that as an excuse to curl an arm around him. "Let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted."

"Whose fault is that?"

Harry rolled his eyes and ran his fingers over Aaron's back, stroking circles into his skin. "It wasn't your fault that you lost Foyet, Aaron, and it's not your fault that he's going after family. If you want someone to blame, blame him and not yourself. I'll talk with the American WitSec in the morning to see if I can give Haley and Jack more protection. Meanwhile, I'm here. You're alright and so is your team."