Title: Unleashing
By: TheLovethief
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Warning: This story contains slash and is rated M for a reason. If you don't like such things you shouldn't read it. Feel warned! I don't want any complains afterwards!
Everyone else: Story takes place after episode 3.14 "Damaged". I've never written slash before. AA said it's OK (in her own charming way ;D Thanks for doing the beta, babes!), and I hope you enjoy it too. ;)
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine.
Summary: Two profilers have an agreement that doesn't need words.

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Today he had lost it. He, the ever so calm Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, respected leader of the Behavioral Analysis Unit had almost provoked a fight with a condemned serial killer.

Now, back in his office, he still wondered what he'd been thinking. It'd been a normal interrogation. He'd done that so many times before. For some reason, however, the smug attitude of Chester Hardwick had gotten to him. How this bastard had talked about his victims, so cold and indifferent...

Usually, Hotch was above such things. After all, they dealt with killers and rapists all the time – and most of them were not even rudimentally likable. Today had been different. He'd been distracted and ill-humored and he knew why.

Sighing, Hotch looked down at the divorce papers. Haley wanted this to be over quickly. He wanted that too. And it wasn't so much the thought of being separated from his wife, that disturbed him. It was rather the loss of his son, the loss of stability and a warm place to go home to after work that bothered him the most.

Until today, the unit chief had never let his personal problems influence his work. However, tomorrow in the locked prison room, he'd wanted so badly to beat the crap out of this sick creature who was going to die in a few days, anyway. He just couldn't help it.

Certainly, there would have been a fight if Reid hadn't intervened. Speaking of Reid...

Inconspicuously, Hotch glanced through the window of his office. Due to the late time of day, the bullpen was almost empty. Reid was still sitting at his desk, though, looking somewhat lost in the dimly lit bureau. He was looking at the file before him - without flipping through the pages. He wasn't reading at all. He was considering what to do next.

Of course, the team leader knew already what the genius was going to do next. He could see the younger man struggling with himself, but it was a lost fight.

Finally, Reid seemed to come to a conclusion. Hesitantly, he rose from his seat, his satchel thrown over his shoulder, and disappeared in the elevator.

Hotch noticed that the young agent had left his jacket on his work station.

That was the sign.

The senior profiler smiled slightly at Spencer's predictability. Right now, he was nothing but grateful that he could rely on his subordinate. He was longing for an outlet to unleash all this bottled-up energy he'd had to contain during the interrogation in the morning.

Hotch waited a minute to give Reid a little advance, then he grabbed some items from his desk drawer and stuffed them into his pockets. Calmly, he left his office, walked to the elevator and waited for the metal doors to open.

"Going home?"

The voice from behind startled him, even though he didn't show it. The agent looked evenly at David Rossi who stood beside him now, waiting for the lift as well.

"No, not yet," Hotch answered his colleagues question. "I wanna take a shower first. Change my clothes, you know..."

Rossi nodded, but remained silent.

After a very long minute, the familiar "ding" sounded and the doors opened.

The two experienced profilers stepped wordlessly into the cart. For a few moments they simply watched how the flashing numbers above the entry changed.

7...

6...

"You shouldn't do this," Rossi suddenly broke the awkward silence.

5...

Hotch felt his heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?"

"He's just a kid," Rossi continued quietly, never taking his eyes off the blinking numbers.

4...

3...

2...

"He's a grown-up man," the younger man eventually said.

Rossi snorted.

1...

"Goodnight Aaron and...be careful."

As the elevator reached the ground floor, the older man stepped out of the cage. He left without looking back. With an uneasy feeling, Hotch watched his colleague leave. How did Dave know? Would he do something about it? What if the others knew, too?

He pushed the basement button. He wouldn't let Rossi's words keep him from what he wanted. Maybe he would think about it later, but for now, he just wanted to focus on the upcoming release he was so desperately seeking.

With smooth steps, Hotch walked down the corridor that lead to the washrooms. As he came closer, he could hear the sound of running water. The prospect of the sight that would present itself to him so soon made him quicken his pace noticeably.

One last turn to the left, and there he was. Wet, soapy and bare of any clothing, Spencer Reid stood under the shower with his back to Hotch.

The senior profiler couldn't recall how many times he had seen his young colleague like this. Still, the view alone was almost enough to drive him over the edge.

He felt a warm twitching sensation and hurried to remove his fashionable tie, then his white shirt and finally his by now very constricting pants.

He stripped very silently, trying not to catch Reid's attention. Not yet. Hotch placed his clothes neatly on the floor and approached his prey who was currently massaging shampoo in his longish hair.

He could tell the moment Reid noticed his presence. For a split second the younger man's hands stopped their movements. Not only his hands, but his whole body seemed to tense at the realization that someone was standing right behind him.

But Reid didn't turn around. Of course, he knew that it was his boss watching him from behind. After all, they had found a wordless agreement to meet here. So he just kept washing his hair as the hot water streamed down his thin body and waited for the older man to make the decision.

And Hotch did. Without warning, he took hold of Reid's shoulders and shoved him roughly against the damp tile wall. Today was not going to be gentle. Today he needed to take his anger and frustration out on somebody. Not that he wanted to hurt Reid, but perhaps that was what he needed. What they both needed. From experience Hotch knew that his obedient subordinate was more than willing to comply with his superior's wishes.

Deftly, he licked his way from Reid's earlobe down the younger man's long neck. He started to explore the young doctor with his hand, stroked down his ribs and spine – and enjoyed the feeling of those prominent bones under his touch. The delicate body aroused him so heavily that he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. His agent was way too skinny, and he liked it.

Hotch's fingers wandered further down until they reached their final destination. And as he did what he always did to spare Reid unnecessary pain, he began to whisper in the younger man's ear.

"Do you like that, Spencer? Is that what you want?"

Reid didn't reply, at least not verbally. He never did. The answer came in form of a small sound that escaped his lips. A sound that could have been interpreted as a choked sob, but Hotch knew better.

With his free hand he reached around Reid to see if his agent was really enjoying this.

A small smile spread on Hotch's face. It was pretty obvious that Reid was enjoying this.

The feeling of his subordinate's arousal was too much. Aaron couldn't take it any longer.

"Wait," he ordered and moved back to his clothing to get the necessary items. The older man prepared himself for the much needed final step and positioned himself close behind the shivering man pressed against the wall.

"You ready?" he asked, without really expecting an answer. He never got one. He didn't need one.

Forcefully he pushed in and groaned as Reid's head fell back against his shoulder. Hotch paused a second to regain his composure. Then he started to move and stopped to think at the same time. He grabbed Reid's bony hips with both hands and began to finally unleash his excessive energy with overpowering force.

It didn't take long. The release came almost unexpected. Hotch moaned loudly and fell heavily against the younger man who suddenly didn't have the strength anymore. His wobbly legs gave way and he fell to his knees, bending his head down, trying to catch his breath again.

Hotch looked down at the exhausted young man on the ground. For a short moment, he considered to stay with him for a little longer. But that was something they never did. That was not part of their agreement.

He dried himself with one of the towels and dressed quickly.

"See you tomorrow," he said quietly and glanced once more to Reid who was still kneeling under the stream of water. It was then that the senior profiler noticed the all too convulsive heaving of the younger man's back. Was he crying?

Maybe he should talk to Reid about that later, Hotch pondered.

No, he decided on his way out. That was something they never did.