Title: Deliberate Break
Author: Sam
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Hotch/Reid
Rating: FRAO
Warnings: slash, graphic sex, toys, bondage, slave!fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.

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Behind him the door closed with a soft click, leaving Hotch alone in his office.  He could hear the faint thuds of footsteps on the thin rampart carpeting walking away; at 3am, the rest was silence.

 

But then, even the world’s most renowned and dedicated profilers needed a break every now and then.  Or needed to be broken.

 

Alone in his office, Aaron Hotchner sat as his Master had left him; bound to his desk chair, half-naked, open and vulnerable to anyone walking in.  Held bent above his head, his wrists were cuffed together in wide leather cuffs, as were his arms, strapped at the bicep; his elbows hooked back over the corners of the chair to hold them open.  His knees echoed his elbows, only they had been draped over the padded arms of the chair, his thighs strapped in place at the knee.  He had been positioned in such a way, curled low in the seat with a pillow to cushion his lower back, so that his ass didn’t *quite* dangle over the edge, his entrance exposed and waiting for whatever lie ahead.  He had been ordered to strip out of his suit jacket, pants and underwear, leaving only his black socks, white dress shirt opened up the middle with the cuffs undone and sagging down his raised arms and his burgundy tie; the knot loosened but not undone, pulled into a wide circle around his neck as not to interfere with the collar Master had belted in place before he left.

 

Also put into place, attached to his nipples, were a set of medium-weight clips with vibrating bullets; a fairly large dildo had been pushed inside of him, the base now brushing the chair whenever he needed to shift his position, sending little shocks through his body as the head rubbed deeply against his prostate.  The cock ring and spreader that wrapped up between his balls insured he wouldn’t be able to come until he was released.

 

Hotch wriggled again, both to test his bonds and to feel that jolt of pleasure as the bulk inside of him dug a little deeper, his nipples aching at the slight pull on his chest the motion caused.  Groaning behind the ball gag buckled behind his head, Hotch settled in to wait.

 

Any modesty he may have had left was torn away as the clamps and dildo both began to buzz, the sound loud in the deserted silence but joining his own muffled scream as the toys sent shock wave after shock wave of pleasure burning through his body.  He alternately ached and burned with sensation, rocking and wriggling to both escape the assault and to invite more.  He was whimpering now, little cries and pleas spilled into his empty office.  Moaning a constant stream of helpless, broken sounds around the bright red ball in his mouth, Hotch felt his body being driven inexorably closer to the edge with no way to tumble over. 

 

And still Gideon didn’t come.

 

 --

 

An hour later, lost in the haze of frustration and pleasure bordering on pain, Aaron was barely aware when Gideon opened the door to his office. 

 

He was flying high on endorphins even as his body burned and ached, shaking from the constant stimulation; but despite that, he hadn’t been able to come.  He didn’t want to, now – he wasn’t sure he could take it if he did.

 

He awoke a bit more when he realized that Gideon wasn’t alone; his lovingly abused body jerked a little more when he saw who it was his master had brought with him.

 

Gideon must have gone to pick him up from the airport…


With a side glance to the older man, and after receiving a nod in return, Spencer sank gracefully between Aaron’s upraised legs; resting one hand lightly on the back of each thigh.

 

Helplessly shaking his head, Aaron cut his eyes to Gideon, his master standing off to the side, watching them both with those intense, dark eyes.  Normally it was a comfort, having those dark eyes on him, watching him, weighing and measuring and knowing him better than anyone ever would.    But this – he couldn’t.  It was too much…

 

Cupping his head in one hand, Gideon carded his fingers through the short hair dampened with sweat.  “Hush, “  he soothed him gently.  “Trust me.”

 

Since Aaron did, implicitly, he struggled to calm his breathing.  Allowing the welcome touch to sooth him even further, he closed his eyes, feeling the extra hands on his body below.  Spencer hadn’t moved during his brief moment of panic; hadn’t drawn his hands away and now the warmth of that added contact sent an extra wave of sensation through him; this one grounding him and giving him something to focus on other than the maddening vibration still rattling through his body.

 

“Good boy.”

 

Aaron flushed in pleasure with the warm praise, leaning in to the hand still running through his hair.  When the older man didn’t move away, Aaron leaned a little further, turning his head into his Master’s hip and rubbing against the denim of his jeans.  He whimpered at Gideon’s warm chuckle and again, louder, as he felt fingers curl gently around his balls, sensitive and swollen in their leather bonds.

 

Opening eyes he hadn’t realized he had closed, Aaron peered down his exposed body to find Spencer watching him, the hazel eyes much like Gideon’s; open and taking everything in.  Reading him. 

 

That thought was too much, too, and Aaron dropped his head back against the cloth-covered hip moaning half in arousal, half in mortification as the younger man began playing with his body.  While the long, talented fingers continued to roll and knead him gently, the other hand was working the dildo just as carefully in and out of in his ass; long slow strokes that ran in at just the right angle to amp up the sensation that threatened to drown him.  Good; that was so good…

 

He must make a surprising picture spread open and wanton, strapped down to his own desk chair; hard and leaking and readily submitting to the two men playing with him.  Just as felt the familiar weight of shame and expectation threatening to curl around him, before Aaron could become Hotch again, the hand playing with his hair unbuckled the gag.  Pulling the red ball from his mouth, Gideon demanded,  “Suck, Aaron.”

 

To his surprise, he found Jason’s jeans undone and open, the waiting cock tapping gently against his cheek.  The rest forgotten, working his jaw carefully, Aaron wasn’t surprised by the slight ache or that his mouth was as dry as cotton.  Accepting the bottle of water held up to his lips gratefully, he took a couple of sips while Jason held the bottle, shivering a little at the cool drops that fell to land on his hot skin as he pulled away, signaling he was ready.

 

Leaning sideways and in, Aaron took his Master into his mouth, feeling the smooth, solid slide, enjoying the heat and bulk as the salty taste hit the back of his throat.  Humming in contented pleasure, he began to bob forward and back, working the sensitive head with his tongue and swallowing around it when he held it deep.  Gideon’s moans above him mixed with his own, muffled around his erection and sending little vibrations of his own through the hard flesh as Spencer kept working him; a little deeper, a little harder.  When he started wiggling and rocking down in earnest, Spencer kept up with him; pushing a little harder, kneading a little harder until Aaron’s whimpers became more frantic, a little more desperate.

 

“Do you want to come, my boy?”  Another whimper and extra hard suck convinced his Master that he did.  Gideon chuckled warmly, his hips rocking shallow dips into his mouth, no longer content to let him go at his own pace.  “Spencer.”

 

Instead of leaving off what he was doing, Spencer merely used the hand tormenting his balls to unsnap the spreader and ring caging him, the other keeping up the increasing rhythm inside his ass.  Once that was done, he went back to rolling the newly freed sacs, Aaron crying out around Gideon at the rush of intensity that accompanied that freedom. 

 

When Spencer’s lips surrounded the head of his cock and pushed down along his length, Aaron screamed outright and lost it; shooting heavily into the younger man’s mouth, whimpering at the added pressure when Spencer bottomed out and swallowed around him until he had nothing left to give.

 

Long moments later, looking up at him from his knees, Spencer licked his lips and smiled.  "If this is what I get when I leave, I'm thinking I should l go away more often."

 

Aaron chuckled weakly, able only to sit there and tingle as Gideon released the straps and cuffs tying his body to his chair, lowering his arms and unhooking his knees until Aaron was sitting more or less normally.  When Spencer joined him, straddling his lap and offering his lover his first proper kiss, he forced his arms over the narrow hips and happily concentrated on kissing him back. 

 

Dropping his head back with a sigh, Aaron moaned into the tongue darting out to delicately lick at the salt-slick sweat of his damp skin as Spencer nuzzled his neck.  God he missed this; didn't know how he had survived all those years without it.  It had been a hellish week with Spencer visiting his mother in Nevada, Morgan having no one to torment and Prentiss having no one to snipe at.  Having the Director on his ass had been no picnic, either. 

 

"Welcome back."

 

"It's good to be back,"  Spencer smiled, evil intent clear in the twinkle of his hazel eyes.  "You two have had each other all week while I've been all alone.  I've had to make do with phone sex in my cold and lonely hotel room."

 

"Aw, poor baby,"  Aaron pitied him.  "We should probably make that up to you then; wouldn't you say, Jason?"

 

"Absolutely."  Standing over both of them, his hand back in Aaron's hair, Gideon smiled at his two lovers curled together.  "Come on.  Let's go home."

 

Home.  Home sounded real good.

 

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