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Just A Matter of Time	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19707 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Summary: Harry is so focused on his life, changing and improving the wizarding world. Working secretly with his team, catching criminals in both magical and muggle world. Aaron spends his life caring for his son and catching bad guys as the leader of the BAU. A case takes Harry and his team from London and to the states, where their two worlds collide. A chance meeting makes both men discover that there is more to life than catching criminals.
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Chapter Two: Have We Met Before?
Several hours earlier:
When Aaron wakes up, his first thought is of Jack as it is every morning. He loves his son more than life. Every single day he says a prayer of thanks; Aaron could not have gone on if he had lost both Haley and Jack that day. The five year old is Hotch’s reason for living and he is thankful for every moment they have together.
But what surprises him is that his second thought is of ‘Evan.’ Thinking of the perfect little Sub fills him with unexpected yearning, of how much he wishes ‘Evan’ was beside him in his big, empty bed. Last night isn’t the first time he has gone to Wicked to find a Sub for the night. But it is the first time he’s wanted a Sub for more than one night.
Instead of feeling centered and satisfied after dominating a Sub the night before, Hotch feels lost. As if there is a piece of him missing simply because he is not being able to identify himself as Evan’s Dom. The empty hole he feels at Evan’s absence makes the scars on his chest hurt. Rubbing them absentmindedly, Aaron gets up and showers. He dons on his best suit with a tie that always makes him feel powerful. The clothes help Aaron cast aside his mindset of Dom Aaron and Sub ‘Evan.’ He quickly calls Jack; letting the sweet sound of his child’s voice help restore his sense of balance.
His mind finally quiets and Hotch mentally prepares himself for the morning as he eats a bowl of Jack’s favorite cereal: Fruity Pebbles. Meeting a new team, one they will have to work closely with is always a little nerve-wracking. As the leader of his team, he will interact with the other team’s leader more. Aaron hopes the other leader works well with others. He has been involved in enough unnecessary pissing contests while working with other law enforcement; he doesn’t need to experience another. Hotch isn’t worried about his team though, as the BAU has plenty of experience dealing with other law enforcement agencies. He has every confidence they will be professional and diplomatic. Hotch is sure this new team will want to catch the Unsub as much as the BAU does. Although he wonders about the other team’s leader, Strauss hadn’t told him anything about the man, other than that he is about Reid’s age. Aaron hopes he won’t be an arrogant hothead.
Hotch places his empty bowl in the sink, grabs his briefcase, and says a goodbye to Jack via a framed picture. The drive to work is mostly unremarkable. That is until a motorcycle barrels through a red light, almost hitting him. Slamming on his breaks, he swerves just missing the well-dressed biker as he skillfully avoids a collision and speeds away. Hotch’s heart is pounding as he looks over the road. Thankfully, no cars actually collided, despite the biker’s reckless driving. Aaron mutters to himself, “Damn bikers. Could have killed someone or himself.”
He soon enters the FBI’s parking lot. Aaron takes a deep cleansing breath, trying to ease his anger at the reckless biker and quiet the desperate yearning for “Evan.” Shaking his head, Hotch grabs his coffee and briefcase. He greets the receptionists and the agents he passes by.
Aaron sets his briefcase on his desk, grabbing his files and going to the conference room.   JJ, Rossi, and Prentiss are already there reviewing the case. Reid, Morgan, and Garcia come in a minute later. They start reviewing the case, preparing for the other team’s arrival. Hotch faces JJ as they discuss possible problems in dealing with another team on this case. JJ’s experience as a media liaison makes her the perfect person to help him address any problems they might encounter. Aaron half listens as Reid talks about the case, the genius is quickly getting into his rambling, lecture mode.
Reid says “…we don't know why he is killing these women the gruesome way he does. It is as if he is trying to get a message across, but what his message is or to whom is…”
“…We believe his purpose is to finish what his master started,” a male voice cuts in.
Hotch’s attention is split between his conversation with JJ and the conversation between his team and the unknown male. His back is to the door as he talks to JJ.
“Master, what master?” asks Morgan as he looks through his files. He wonders at the term, master. A wealth of information could be interpreted for the profile from that term alone.
“It would not be in your files,” the man continues.
“And how would you know that?” Morgan asks.
“Well you see, it’s simple, Theo Nott’s family was a part of a terrorist group, who fashioned themselves after Hitler. And to answer your question Agent…”
“Morgan.”
“We went to school with Theo Nott.”
The BAU agents are all shocked; several of them cannot hold back a gasp. Hotch turns around to look at the newcomers. He is surprised that the new team knows their Unsub but the moment he looks over to them that information drops from his mind. All he can think is Evan. His Sub from the night before is on this team. Stunned, he cannot stop the expressions that quickly flash on his face. “Holy shit!” he thinks. Aaron is unable to stop staring at him.
The shocked silence seems like hours but it is only mere seconds. Hotch pulls himself together, at least on the outside. He carefully ensuring his stoic mask is firmly in place but inside Aaron is freaking out. His emotions are swirling madly around inside of him. Suddenly, he realizes that not only is ‘Evan’ on the British team, he is also the reckless biker that almost ran into him! It takes everything within Hotch not to react. He wants to scream and laugh, to yell and rejoice. The Sub he had spent the morning yearning for is standing right in front of him. Aaron wants to force ‘Evan’ to his knees and punish him. To fuck him right here in the conference room, to show everyone that he belongs to Aaron. He wants to hug him and never let him go. The conflicting emotions aren't making it easy for him to remain stoic.
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Harry’s mind is in a whirlwind. This morning when he woke up he was not expecting to run into the man that had tilted his world, made him feel and then fucked him until he saw stars. He still looked as handsome and as powerful as he did last night. His aura exuded top, boss, and definitely dominant. Harry wanted to bare his neck as if he was in his wolf form, recognizing his Alpha to its beta. He needs air, he feels like he cannot breathe. He inhales and exhales slowly to calm his racing heart, before he does something stupid like dropping to his knees.
Get it together Potter, you are Harry fucking Potter, savior of the Wizarding World, defeater of the greatest dark wizard of your time and leader to one of the deadliest teams in Britain, not a submissive he chides himself. He is so caught up in reaming his own arse, he does not see the odd looks his friends and teammates are giving him.
The tension in the room is palpable. All the agents of the BAU are looking at the new team with masked curiosity and a bit of suspicion. Feeling the tension, Strauss steps forward and stands between the two teams. “I would like to introduce you to the Phoenix Anti-Crime Unit or PACU from England.”
None of the profilers miss the fact that all the members of the PACU are about the same age. The pair of twins appears to be a few years older but the rest look like they are the same age.
I'm old enough to be all of their fathers. God, I feel old.  Rossi thinks.
Aaron can't help but keep glancing at ‘Evan.’ He is torn between the desire to rush forward and claim him in front of everyone, and the need to remain professional and pretend ‘Evan’ is a stranger.
So this is the elite British team? I could take them all, Morgan thinks smugly as he flexes his muscles.
Interesting, they are all about my age Spencer thinks. Reid finds nothing wrong with their ages. He is younger than all of his own teammates. He’s been teased about his age but none of them have ever questioned his place on the team because of his age…at least not after his first case. Spencer sees no reason to question the PACU’s expertise on the basis of their youth.
Strauss can see each of her agents is quietly profiling the PACU. “Harry, please come forward.” As Harry steps forward, she continues, “This is Chief Lead Special Investigator Harry Potter-Black. I will let him introduce his team.”
Merlin, what’s this Harry thinks grade school, stand up and introduce yourself everyone or the teacher would give you a spanking. Harry does as asked, stepping forward. He collects himself, clearing his throat “Thank you Erin.” He nods his head at her. He looks back at his team, “As Erin as already stated I am Harry Potter-Black; I prefer you call me Harry.”
Aaron’s eye twitches. Not only is ‘Evan,’ or Harry he supposes he should call him, part of the PACU; he is the leader. Hotch wonders Can this get any worse?  When Harry tucks his shoulder length hair behind his ear, Aaron notices the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He is stunned, how could he have not noticed such a distinctive scar last night? Had he been too overwhelmed by lust to notice something so obvious?
Spencer’s keen eyes look carefully at Harry. He recognizes the look in the man’s eyes. It is one he has often seen in the mirror. This Harry had something happen in his childhood that forced him to grow up fast. Like Spencer, he can see that Harry hadn’t truly been allowed to be a child.
Rossi raises an eyebrow at the young leader. His eyes flick to the scar, it is very unusual. Dave has never seen anything like it before, especially considering how perfect and unmarked the rest of his face is. He wonders how Potter-Black got it.
Harry calls the twins to his side, “Fred, George.” He did not have to say anything they knew what to do.
They step up beside him, “ Special Investigators Fred and George Weasley at your service. We are Harry’s eyes and ears,” they say together.
“What exactly does that mean?” asks Prentiss.
“Our specialty...” says Fred.
“… Is computer science...” says George.
“…And computer forensics,” they finish together. “Basically our degrees are a very fancy way of saying we are the best hackers money can buy. We can break in and out of any system unnoticed.” Fred tells them.
“So if you have any secrets, now is the time to tell us because we will find them.” They continue together.
Penelope bounces happily. They are so adorable! Finishing each other’s sentences and everything! And ultra hackers like me! The trouble we could get in together! The secrets we could uncover!
Harry watches the BAU team heads move like they are watching a tennis match as the twins speak. He wants to laugh but holds it back; the twins are trying to dispel the tension that is in the room by just being themselves.
Draco steps up beside Fred, “I’m Special Investigator Draco Malfoy; you may call me Draco. I have a degree in criminal psychology.” He then turns to Reid, “I am also a voting member of the International MENSA. I recognize you from your book Dr. Reid; it is very insightful. A Perspective on the Human Animalist Nature. What drives us to kill?  Catchy title, I could not put it down. I found that I agree with yo…”
Spencer lights up, ready to jump into an intellectual conversation with Draco. He rarely gets opportunity to work with someone of his caliber: intellectually and academically. His teammates are all brilliant in their own way of course but none enjoy intellectual and academic conversations as he does. But before he can say anything another PACU member interrupts Draco.
“Dray not now, please. We just got here; give us a chance to get to know them before you start boring them too. You and Dr. Reid can have a genius lecture among yourselves.” Blaise says coming to stand beside him, “Forgive him. he tends to go on and on. Special Investigator Blaise Zabini, my degree is in criminal justice and forensic science, I am also a weapon specialist. And just call me Blaise.”
Beside Reid, Morgan gives a sigh of relief. If the two geniuses had started chatting, they probably wouldn’t have been able to stop them. Derek can already see that Draco and Spencer are far too alike. He comes to a realization. When Spencer starts rambling, he’ll likely have a cohort in Draco. Two rambling, enthusiastic geniuses together, Derek shudders at the thought.
The BAU team nods until JJ speaks up. “And you are?” she asks, referring to Neville.
“Your plant needs watering,” he says pointing to the dying Areca Palm sitting in the corner. Forgetting where he is, he walks over to water fountain and fills a cup with some water, then walks to the plant. “You have to water it constantly, or it won’t do what it is suppose to do, which is clean the air. There is also the possibility of watering it too much but this girl looks as if she has not gotten anything to drink in months and that’s a shame…”
Emily watches amused as the man attends lovingly to the neglected plant. She has never seen someone so concerned about a plant before.
Harry cut him off before he could say anymore. He sees the looks the BAU are giving them; his teammates are quirky but smart and very good at what they do. “Nev” is all he says. Neville turns around looking at the occupants in the room.
“Oh, I'm sorry Harry you know how I get, when I see something so beautiful dying.” Harry nods. “Special Investigator Neville Longbottom, my degree is behavioral psychology, hostage negotiator and botany. Everyone calls me Nev.” He then turns back to the plant; he reaches into his pocket, pulling out tiny sheers and starts cutting off the dead leaves.
He carries around tiny shears! Prentiss bites her cheek to prevent the laugh from escaping. She likes this Nev already. He’s like the absentminded professor. Emily fights a giggle as she thinks, it’s like Rossi and Reid had a baby!
When Harry is done introducing his team, Strauss steps forward again. “PACU, I would like to introduce the Behavioral Analyst Unit or BAU. This is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner; he is the BAU’s Unit Chief.” Erin nods at Hotch, giving him permission to introduce his team.
“As Chief Strauss said, I am Aaron Hotchner. Please call me Aaron,” he says. His tone is more friendly than usual, which doesn’t go unnoticed by his fellow profilers. They are silent at Hotch’s unexplained friendliness. Never before has Hotch ever asked to be called Aaron. Rossi is about the only team member who calls him Aaron at work. It is very curious.
Merlin, Aaron is so sexy thinks Harry as he stands there listening to the man as he introduces himself and his team. The suit he is wearing compliments him very well.
“This is my team.” He gestures to Dave, “Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi. He is the Unit’s Senior Agent and specializes in hostage negotiation. He is one of the original profilers of the BAU. Rossi is also a bestselling author and has written several books on criminology and killers.”
“Dave is fine,” he says, shooting Hotch an odd look. Rossi has known Aaron for a lot of years and has never seen him act like this.
This guy seems just as laid back as I am thinks Neville never taking his eyes off the office plant.
“Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer Jareau, formerly our Communications Liaison, now is a profiler.”
“Hello. Please call me JJ, everyone does,” the blond says, offering a friendly smile. “I look forward to working with you all on this case.”
Aaron points at Prentiss, “Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss, she specializes in linguistics and child advocacy.”
Emily gives a polite smile, looking every inch of a diplomat’s daughter. “Emily is fine. Pleased to meet you all.”
They have women on their team, I wonder if we should think about inviting a woman to our team. If Hermione were alive she would definitely fit in thinks Harry. The idea of having females apart of PACU has merit. He will need to bring the idea up to the table after this case.
Hotch indicates Morgan, “Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan; his expertise is obsessional crimes and explosives.”
Derek nods a greeting, looking powerful despite his relaxed posture. “Hey. I answer to either Derek or Morgan, whichever you are comfortable with.”
Look at him trying to flex his muscles thinks Blaise, I could take him in a heartbeat as he flexes his own muscles in competition.
“Standing next to him is Dr. Spencer Reid.” Reid smiles and gives an awkward little wave. “His specialties are too numerous to name, suffice it say he has three PhD’s and what is it now? Four BA’s?” Aaron looks to Reid, who nods shyly and mutters “Yeah, four.” Hotch continues, “He is a certifiable genius if you can’t tell.” Aaron can’t help but boast about Reid and his team. He wants to impress Harry.
What the hell was their fascination with our ages, this bloke is as young as we are. Draco is itching to talk with Spencer; there is so many things he wants to pick his brain about.
Spencer stands suspiciously close to Derek, so used to it he doesn’t even consider how it looks to the PACU. “Hi. I’m Doctor—er—Agent—I mean, I’m Spencer Reid. Call me Spencer. Or Reid. Or whatever. Um…as Hotch—er—Aaron said I have three PhD’s, in Mathematics, Chemistry and Engineering. And—ah—four BA’s. Psychology, Sociology, Philosophy, and Forensic Anthropology. I was just reading a paper in…” His excited rambling stops when Derek cups the back of his neck. “Pretty Boy…” Reid flushes, embarrassed. “Oh, sorry. I—just—I tend to ramble, sorry. Just—um—tell me to be quiet,” Spencer, says apologetically.
“Isn't he just adorable!” says the as yet un-introduced bubbly blonde. “Like a puppy! I just want to hug the breath out of him!”
Derek smiles fondly at him and ruffles his hair playfully. Spencer ducks his head, blushing prettily. He subtly leans into the touch, unable to deny the pleasure of Derek’s touch.
“Lastly is Special Agent Penelope Garcia. She is our brilliant and invaluable Technical Analyst, and shares the job of Media Liaison with me,” Hotch gushes.
Pen almost coos at Hotch proudly bragging about her. She waves excitedly at the PACU members, “Hi! I’m Penelope, tech goddess extraordinaire. I am the genius hacker around here. There isn’t a program I can’t hack! I am the bottomless font of technical knowledge that the BAU relies on!”
She’s a quirky one I like her thinks the twins.
When Penny finished introducing herself, “Forge." George calls out to his brother.
"Yes Gred."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” as they spoke to each other, never taking their eyes off Penny.
"We could but I think Harry would be upset with us."
"You're right Forge, not to mention Draco."
"Such a shame," they say together.
A slapping sound is heard as Draco smacks the twins on the back of their heads. "Cut the shit, you're giving them a bad first impression of us."
"Yes Love," they say together as they rub the back of their heads. The PACU team chuckles as the BAU team members look a bit shocked at their antics.
Wide eyed, the profilers stare at Fred, George, and Draco. All of them are wondering if all is as it seems. Did the three men just admit to being in a triad relationship?
“Oh my god! Are you three together?” Garcia blurts out.
The trio looks at each other briefly before answering together, “Yes.” They appear a little confused by the shock on the BAU team’s faces.
The nonchalance of the admittance is as just shocking as the fact that the three men are in a triad relationship.
The surprises just keep coming. The profilers tuck in their questions about the triad relationship, saving them for another time.
The room is completely silent as both teams stare at each other, except for Nev who is oblivious to the drama as he cares for the plant in the corner. Harry reaches down into his messenger bag, pulling out the information that he has on the case. He nods to his team as they to do the same. Harry hands a copy to Hotch and their brushing fingers send a spark through Harry’s body. He clears his throat trying not to show he is affected by the man’s touch.
Heat flares up Aaron’s whole arm from a simple brushing of their fingertips. He tightens his lips; it is the only outward sign of how much the single touch affects him.
Draco pulls out extra files and passes them out to the other BAU members.
Harry turns to the board that has the pictures of the latest victims posted on it. The British victims will have to be added to the board. He takes Theo’s picture out and puts it up. “Theodore Nott born in 1979, from a very wealthy and influential family. His mother died during childbirth and was raised by his abusive father, who followed a madman by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Riddle fashioned his ideals of blood supremacy. Nott went to Hogwarts, a boarding school in Scotland; often attend by the children of elitists and old money. At the age of eleven you receive a letter from the school letting you know you have been accepted to the school based on their criteria. It is also a school where everyone in your generation attends…”
“What if the child wants to go to a different school?” asks the bubbly blond.
“They can chose to but it has to be a school that someone in their generation has already attended or is already in enrolled in.” Harry answers her. “Hogwarts works on a house system, you are separated based on your personality. There are four; Gryffindor the house of lions known for their bravery, Slytherin the house of snakes known for their cunningness, Hufflepuffs the house of badgers known for their loyalty and Ravenclaw house of eagles known for their intelligence. The twins, Nev and I were sorted into Gryffindor….”
“While Theo, Blaise and I were roommates in Slytherin.” Draco picks up the conversation. “During that time Nott’s father was counted as a member of Riddle’s trusted inner circle, among others were mine and Harry's father.
The occupants in the room gasp at the news. Before anyone could comment Draco continues. “But what Nott, Riddle and the rest of his inner circle did not know was our fathers were spies working to bring Riddle down.” Harry sees the occupants in the room sigh collectively.
Shit, these boys might be young but it sounds like they grew up in a war zone. Thinks Dave.
Blaise picks up the story, “It took a long time to bring Riddle down about seven years ago he was finally stopped, the government rounded up all his Death Eaters as he called them, all but one, Nott’s father. No one knew at the time that Theo himself was a Death Eater. You see we were friends growing up and in school, not the best of friends but friends nonetheless. During Vo…Riddle’s time we all had to make choices that we did not want to make in order to protect our family and ourselves as young as we were. So no one batted an eye when Theo turned his father in for being a marked Death Eater; his father was killed while they were trying to capture him. But no one knew Theo was a Death Eater himself.”
The room is quiet for a bit, “How did they bring Riddle down?” asks Rossi, breaking the silence.
“He was killed” Harry tells them with no hesitation in his voice. He turns back to the board, “After Riddle was killed people started getting back to their lives. Theo himself got married to another schoolmate. Pansy Parkinson.” Harry picks up a picture of Pansy taping it beside Theo’s picture. “Pansy’s father was killed by Riddle when he did not follow orders during an attempt to kidnap Riddle’s number one target. Pansy’s mother ran away after she was born, even now there is no word if she is alive or dead. This left Pansy to fend for herself, before school was out she fled to France only to return after she heard Riddle was killed. During that time Nott was busy “rebuilding” his family's reputation. He worked with other influential families to build up what Riddle and his followers had destroyed. They put up orphanages, hospitals, and schools. He invested his time into politics; we were sure his next project would be to run for office. Soon after she returned, Pansy and Theo got married, their son came later.”
“It was anyone’s guess when he and Pansy started their courtship. Everyone at the wedding wondered when they had gotten together but no one knew. During school they fought constantly, we all thought they hated each other.” Draco tells the group.
”Everyone was fooled by his charisma and charm. When the first body was found, no one suspected Nott. He wasn’t even a blip on the radar. When Pansy died, Theo played the grieving widow masterfully he hoodwinked us all. I would have given him an Oscar for his performance of the grieving widow. That was until his son was murdered or rather “overdosed” on pain pills for adults.” Continues Neville who is still standing by the plant, pruning it and Harry has to admit the plant looks ten times better than it had when they walked in.
Draco takes over, “Each killing is different and yet they are the same. They all have blonde hair, and either light grey or green eyes. We know one reason why he is choosing his victims, yet the of killing Pansy and his son puts holes into our theory.”
Aaron asks the question everyone is thinking, ‘How did he get away?”
Harry looks up at Aaron’s question, feeling a bit tongue-tied. It is taking all his training to keep himself from dropping to his knees and sucking the man’s cock this very moment. Seeing this side of Aaron turns Harry on to no end. But right now the situation calls for him to be an investigator not a Sub yearning for his Master’s touch.
Harry is saved from answering when Fred speaks up, “We had him cornered at one of his family's cottage.”
George continues, “And an eejit rookie bullocks it up by giving our position away, I swear Hart was going to kill the poor rookie. Word to the wise never piss our Hart off, it’s something we try to avoid.”
“Hart, who is that?” asks Penny. She is sitting between the twins, and is still blushing from their earlier comments and feeling the weight of their gazes focused on her.
“That’s what they call Harry.” Answers Draco. He notices how interested everyone seems to be in the new case details. He chuckles at how the twins have sandwich Penny between them. Most would be a utterly jealous if their fiancé is paying attention to someone else but Draco knows his twins love him and no one else. Being nice to someone like Penny is just a part of who they are. He speaks up again, “If my two devils offer you anything to eat or drink with the initials WWW on it, do not accept it. You have been warned.”
The BAU team members turn to look at the twins with wide eyes. How much trouble could they cause wonders Penny, they look so harmless.
“Oh come on Draco Love, why are you taking away our fun?” they chorus together with a pout on their lips.
“Fun or not you two are not to play any pranks while we are working on this case. If you do there will be consequences.” Draco warns them, his tone brokering no argument.
“But what if….”
“No, I said no and I mean it,” Draco reiterates.
At the pouts on the twins’ faces, Harry chuckles only to have Draco turn and look at him “And that goes for you too Prince” Draco tells Harry.
“Wha.... what did I do?” Harry asks in mock surprise.
Draco arches a perfectly shape eyebrow, “Do the words partner in crime mean anything to you? You encourage their foolish behavior.” He turns to the twins, “As a matter of fact take out your laptops and give me your bags. I’m quite sure you have somethings hidden in there.”
Every single BAU member’s lips twitch in amusement as they watch as Draco scolds and orders them around like they are naughty children.
The twins do as they are told begrudgingly. The entire room watches as Harry walks over to his messenger bag taking out his laptop and handing his bag to Draco. Then he walks back to the board with a blush on his face.
“I swear you act just like Dad sometimes, it’s scary,” Harry tells him with a pout.
“Coming from you Prince, I will take that as a compliment. At least I know he will be proud of me, I am keeping his mischievous son out of trouble.” Draco boasts.
“You lot are giving me a headache,” Blaise says in exhaustion. Act like bloody adults for one minute please; you’re making us look bad to new kids in the class.”
The BAU team members look on in shock as Aaron chuckles at seeing Harry being chastised.
Emily looks back and forth at Harry and Draco. Her keen eyes noting their hair and eye color. She asks, getting them back on track. “Have you considered that you and Draco are possible future targets? The victims all had similar features to either Harry or Draco. The victims didn't just have blonde hair but white blonde hair like Draco has. And each victim either had either vivid green eyes or light grey eyes. This must be deliberate.”
Harry and Draco looked at each other, “We thought about that” said Draco “but what would be his motive as far as I know I have not done anything to Nott and I am pretty sure Harry hasn't either.”
“But criminals often are not logical, especially the ones we deal with. The reason Nott blames you and Draco might not have even happened except for within his own mind,” explains JJ.
“Maybe he isn't targeting Draco and Harry per se. Maybe he chooses his victims to send a message to Draco and Harry,” says Dave. “Often an Unsub just wants is to be heard, for someone to listen to them. It wouldn’t be the first time a murderer used his victims to communicate with law enforcement, even specific investigators.”
Aaron explains, “There is always a trigger or a series of triggers. Something that happens to make these people snap, to make them need or want to harm or kill others.”
“Was there someone that died recently that was close to him aunt uncle, a mistress even?” Reid asks.
Blaise shakes his head, “No, Theo is the only Nott left; as we said his mother died in childbirth and he is an only child. And there are no other relatives that we know about. The idea that he could have a mistress also puts another spin on our theory but I am pretty sure if he did, Pansy would have killed her or paid her off if she knew.”
“There are still a lot of unanswered questions in this case,” Morgan says out loud. “There are a lot of reasons that could explain why he started killing. Could be because of grief, someone he loved died and he is taking out his anger out on others. Or revenge, perhaps he has a specific target but sees each of his victims as a substitute for his ultimate target. If the person he really wants to kill is already dead, he won’t ever stop. Or he could even believe he is cleansing the world of what he considers tainted, evil, or inferior people. Or to continue what his master started. Whatever his true motive, we need to find him before he takes another victim.”
Harry and the rest of the PACU can only agree with him, Theo’s victims might have similarities to him and Draco with the hair and the eyes but he feels as if he is missing a vital clue that could break this case wide open.
“I guess we should get to work,” he tells them. “Why don’t you give us a rundown of his latest victims?”
Each member of the BAU goes through the details of what they know and have discovered about Theo’s victims since his arrival in the US. One thing Harry cannot figure out is why is he going from state to state. There has to be something or someone in each state drawing him there.
After that the teams get down to business, exchanging more information about the case. The team splits up after a while. Nev and Rossi go to one corner; Draco and Dr. Reid go to another. The twins still have Penelope sitting between them as they show her things on their computer. Blaise and Derek seem to have struck up a conversation about gym workouts.
Harry on the other hand is still standing at the board looking at the case profile.
While the meeting of the two teams has been unexpected, surprising, and very interesting, Hotch knows he has to talk to Harry in private if they are going to be able to work together. For the first time he says Harry’s name aloud, “Harry?”
Harry jerks at the sound of his true name coming from Aaron’s lips. His mouth parts involuntarily. Merlin, how does he make me breathless simply by saying my name?
No one in the room notices Harry’s reaction, no one except Spencer. Reid recognizes the Sub behavior immediately. He thinks, Oh! Well, that’s unexpected.  The PACU’s leader is secretly a Sub. I wonder if his team knows? he thinks.   Spencer is a Sub himself, although only Derek knows that for sure. He makes no effort to hide it even if he’s not kneeling at Derek’s feet or anything so obvious. Spencer knows he is naturally submissive. It is just who he is. He isn’t ashamed of it anymore. Derek has helped him embrace and be proud of who he is.
When Harry doesn't respond, Aaron’s lips curve slightly into a hint of a smile. Deliberately deepening his voice, Aaron says “Harry.” He doesn’t miss the slight tremble that goes through Harry.
“Yes…” Harry bites his tongue hard to stop the Sir that wants to come out.
“Could we talk in private?” While voiced as a question, his eyes make it obvious that Harry doesn’t have a choice.
“Um…sure.” Against his will, Harry’s eyes dilate at the thought of being alone with the Dom again.
Reid is enjoying the exchange between Aaron and Harry. The poor Sub is fighting the urge to shiver at Aaron’s Dom presence. Spencer sees the instant attraction Harry obviously feels for Aaron. He wonders, is that what I look like when Derek looks at me with his Dom persona in his eyes? A quivering, lust-filled Sub?
Finally looking away, Hotch orders, “Morgan and Reid, why don’t you show the PACU where they will be working. Harry, my office is this way.”
This time it isn't only Reid that notices Hotch’s behavior. Their Unit Chief’s abnormally friendly demeanor is suspicious. Hotch’s interactions with other law enforcement are typically very professional, almost detached. But this whole morning, Aaron has been unusually warm and pleasant. This is a side of Hotch that is generally only seen outside of work. The stoic Agent Hotchner persona they all know has barely been seen today. It is very out of character.
I’ll definitely be asking Aaron what this morning was all about. Something is going on with him, thinks Rossi. ‬
‪The rest of the BAU makes a mental note to watch their leader. His behavior is strange but sooner or later they will be able to figure out the reason why he’s acting like he is.‬
When Harry and Hotch leave the room Reid and the others follow suit. Her job done, Strauss leaves the two groups to their work. She meets Rossi’s eyes, giving him a brief smile; the smile he gives in return warms her heart. No one notices the quick, passing moment between the pair. Penny, JJ and Emily stay behind. The room is quiet for a bit before JJ speaks up, “Ok let me be the first to say it, Holy Shit those are some fine looking boys!”
Emily completely agrees.
“I wish I could be a fly on the wall when Draco and the twins go at it. Who’s on top, middle or bottom, just thinking about makes me so…” Continues Penny she is so busy watching the guys through the window, she does not see the other two looking at her for her scandalous comments. She turns to look at them, “What? Are you trying to tell me you were not thinking the same thing when they admitted they are a triad?”
In their line of work, you hear and see about a lot of things. A triad is something they have heard of but never actually seen.
Emily and JJ blush because they obviously are thinking the same thing. “What about that Harry? Doesn’t he have a certain bad boy aura about him? I wonder if he’s single?” Emily says out loud. Her friends look at her “What? Not for me for a friend.”
“Yea right” says JJ. Both Pen and JJ know that she is seeing someone, just not who it is. “I’m sure your mystery man would not appreciate you ogling those boys.”
“I’m sure Will would have something to say about you doing the same,” replies Penny. “Single life for me girls, I can look all I want.” They all chuckle.
It is then Emily voices what everyone is thinking, “I wonder what Hotch wants to talk to him about? And was it me or was he strangely nice to these guys?”
“No it wasn't just you, he seemed off this morning, like he was happy about something,” JJ says to her friends.
“You know what’s really bothering me?” States Penny “Granted these guys are young and gorgeous, even Neville with his shears. But knowing the UnSub personally can cause problems in a case. And did you guys catch the fact that they were rich, shit those yummy suits Harry and Draco are wearing wearing cost more than I make in a year.”
Her friends nod in agreement, granted these guys are young and handsome but they all feel like there is something they are not telling them. “Penny can you do some research on these guys, find out if they are telling us the truth?” asks JJ.
Penny is already getting up from the table and making her way to the door, “Already on it, I will let you know of I find anything.” She tells them.
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That leaves only JJ and Emily in the room “I guess we better look over their notes, the additional murders might give us the information we need to predict his next move.” Emily says out loud. And with that they get to work.
In the outer office Draco and Reid are in an enlightened conversation all by themselves where no one understands what the hell they are talking about. Neville, Blaise and the twins are off to the side talking about the morning events. Rossi and Morgan are in another.
“So what do you think?” Morgan asks Rossi.
“Considering I could be all their fathers, they seem ok to me.” He tells Morgan.
“They dropped some heavy information about this case on to our laps. I’m wondering if we should look at one of them as accomplices,” Morgan tells him. It wouldn’t be the first time the people supposedly trying to catch the Unsub were secretly working with him.
Rossi brings his hand to his mouth, shaping his goatee in thought. “I don’t think any of them would help this Nott fellow. From what I gather they want to catch him just as badly as we do.” He tells his friend. “They are kind of peculiar I will admit. How a botany and behavioral psychology degree fit together I’m not quite sure.” He says with a chuckle. Reid’s degrees may seem an odd mix but every one of them has been vital in solving cases.  David supposes Perhaps Nev’s botany has actually been helpful to the PACU’s cases. Despite its worth or lack thereof, the man clearly has a great love for plants.
“Yea that is quite peculiar. What do you think about the triad? I have to say that was a shock, and they are completely open about it. This is a different kind of group that’s for sure. And what the hell is up with Hotch man?” Morgan goes on.
“To each his own I say,” comments Rossi. “As for Hotch I’m not sure what is going on with him, the man seems a bit giddy about this team.”
Morgan looks at him skeptically, “Is Hotch ever giddy?”
“Not that I've ever seen, but he does seem almost smitten by their team’s leader,” he tells his friend.
On the other side of the room Blaise, the twins and Neville are having a similar conversation; “So what do you guys think?” asks Neville.
“I think they are assessing us the same way we are assessing them. For instance Morgan and Reid are a couple and they are making no effort to hide it. None of them seem quite sure how to take us. They are more focused about how young we are.”
Blaise has to agree, he noticed how shocked they were when the group walked into the room, honestly it should not matter how young they are, just that they can get the job done. "What do you think their boss wants to talk to Harry about?" He asks the group.
"Probably to go over certain aspects of how the team needs to work together." Neville tells him. He does not want to comment on how weird Harry is acting. His body language is screaming something that Neville is not sure he can identify as yet.
"How does he do it?" Blaise asks.
"Who?" inquires Neville.
"Draco, how does he find someone as boring as him?" Blaise asks.
"Oi, watch it we find his brain.." says George indulgently.
"..we find it sexy" continues Fred as they both stare at their fiancé with stars in their eyes.
There is no denying how much Draco and the twins love each other. It's sickening sometimes how much they dote on each other. Thinking of their relationship makes Neville thinks of his husband. He pulls out his phone and looks at the picture of Seamus, a small smile plays his lips as he focuses on the handsome face of the man he is hopelessly in love with. Seamus is sitting on a leather sofa in their private quarters at Long Manor. He is shirtless and wearing only pair of black sleep pants, with his feet bare. One leg hangs over the arm of the chair, the other curled under the other leg. Sea has a smirk on his lips as if he knows a secret; it was later that night Neville found out he was going to be a father. It was one of the many pictures he has on his phone of Seamus; muggle technology is a wonderful thing. There are times he cannot believe Seamus, who is no doubt one of the sexiest men alive, chose to be with him for eternity, let alone have his child.
He sends his husband a text, "miss you, babe <3". He is not expecting a text back from his husband anytime soon. So he puts his phone back in his pocket only to pull it out a few seconds later after feeling it vibrate in his pocket. "Come home to us soon Love <3." Smiling again he put his phone back in his pocket before paying attention to the conversation that is going on around him.
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In her cave Penelope scours the Internet, breaking into every server that she could trying to find something on the PACU team. To her dismay she finds practically nothing other than what they already revealed in this morning meet and greet.
The only new information she could gather is how well they downplayed their expertise. For instance, Blaise is an exceptional marksman, Neville is a professor and teaches botany at a prestigious private school, Draco has as many degree as Reid including one in chemistry, the twins are on contract with the British government for their expertise in computer hacking and specialized weapons, and last but not least Harry graduated at the top of his classes in school and the police academy, and he has at least three degrees under his belt.
Each member went through extensive training. Penelope realizes that these guys are more like assassins than investigators. She does not know what to feel, her emotions go from scared to elation. Thank heavens they are on her side. Reading further she notices the cases they worked are always ones where the police are having a hard time catching the criminals. They seem to be called in when other law enforcement has hit a wall in their investigations; the PACU is given the unsolvable cases and the un-catchable criminals. They remind Pen of her own team; many times the BAU comes into a case when there is no hope left and somehow they always find something to break the case. At the end of every case the criminals are caught. Only one died as they tried to apprehend him. Preston Jackson was a child molester who fled from the police after molesting his ten-year-old daughter for five years according to the report. Penelope realizes that the PACU is as good as the BAU is at finding and catching criminals; with their help, she knows they will find Theo Nott. Two all star teams working together can’t fail.
Penny dials JJ’s cell phone even though they are still inside the office, “Either they are who they say they are or someone knows how to really hide things well.”
“So your telling me you found nothing?” JJ asks her.
“These guys are like the closers, their main purpose is to find the Unsub take them in or put them down.”
Penny twitches, the twins are now standing beside her, one on either side of her with smirks on their faces.
“Oh, that’s a new one, no one has ever called us that before, Forge.”
“I think I like it Gred.”
“The Closers,” they say together.
Penny cannot tell one from the other, they both look so much alike in every way. So she labels them Thing One and Thing Two in her head.
“It makes us sound….” Thing One says.
“Dangerous,” says Thing Two.
“I take it you got caught?” JJ says on the other line.
“I gotta go,” she says quickly hanging up the phone. With the twins beside her, she expects them to be angry with her for not believing whom they were, instead they are still smirking at her. “I…I…” she tries to apologize but they cut her off.
“Don't you fret Penny dear, we expected you to do that; we do the same thing when we work with new people.” One of the twins tells her.
“You see Harry is a bit paranoid and some of his paranoia bleeds onto the members of the team. So as a precautionary measure we investigate the people we work with so there are no surprises in the end.” Says the other.
Penny knows all about paranoid people; every single member of the BAU is paranoid to varying degrees and for good reason.
They both wink at her and then say together, “Don’t worry your secrets are safe with us.”
She wonders how they do that; talk at the same time and finish each other’s sentences. She chuckles these two are different from anyone she has ever worked with. Then her thoughts halt, Wait, what? What secrets?
“Anyway there was a reason why we came in here, we need somewhere to setup our equipment.”
Pen looks around her cave and notices that there is not a lot of room for them to work. “Ummm” she gets up biting her lips trying to figure out where they could set up. “Guys I'm sorry there’s no room in the cave.” She is a bit disappointed that she cannot find anywhere for them to sit.
“Don't worry Penelope, we will make due.” One of them tells her with a mischievous smirk on his face.
There is something about these two that makes her feel so at ease. It might not be so bad getting to know these guys she thinks.

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Once out of sight of the others, Aaron slows unexpectedly. As Harry passes him Aaron places a hand on the small of the Sub’s back. Startled by the touch, Harry gasps; the heat of his hand makes him want to shiver. Aaron smirks, well aware of how much the touch is affecting Harry.
He leads the Sub into his office, deliberately locking the door and pulling down the shades. His earlier anger at realizing that Harry is ‘Evan’ has disappeared. Even the thought of punishing Harry for his reckless driving is pushed aside for the joy Aaron feels at Harry’s presence. Everything he has learned about Harry only has made him want him more. He isn’t just the Sub from the last night and Aaron doesn’t just see the Sub side and the fantastic sexthey had. Aaron sees a knowledgeable and capable team leader. He’s seen hints of Harry’s playful side, the pride he has in his team, and how much Harry cares for each member of his team.
As soon as they are alone, Harry's leader persona fades away as his Sub side emerge. His body is trembling as it remembers the Dom’s touch from the night before. The empty feeling he had when ‘Bruce’ left is gone and he is filled with joy and hope. Harry trembles harder as he feels Aaron stand closely behind him, near enough for him to feel the Dom’s heat.
“Kneel.”
The simple command centers him. Harry drops willingly to his knees, his eyes lower to the floor, and he clasps his hands together behind his back.
Aaron’s heart bursts in his chest at Harry’s immediate submission to his command. “Good boy,” he praises as he pets his thick, blue-black hair. For the first time since he left last night, Aaron feels whole again with Harry eagerly kneeling at his feet.
Harry melts into his touch. He doesn’t understand why but something about Aaron allows him to submit easily in a way no other Dom has ever provoked. It isn’t just that Aaron is sexy as hell or deliciously dominate. Deep down, Harry trusts Aaron in a way he hasn’t ever trusted a Dom before. Although he is not ready to say it aloud, Harry realizes that something within him recognizes something within Aaron.
Their bond hums brightly, almost as if the bond is physical and alive between them. Aaron steps beside the Sub. “Harry.” His fingers grasp his chin, lifting Harry’s face until their eyes meet.
“Sir,” he replies happily. Harry loves the warm expression on Aaron’s face.
“We need to talk, and I want you to be truthful with me. Okay?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Good, come kneel next to my chair.” When Harry attempts to stand, Aaron rebukes softly “No, Harry. Crawl.” Harry smiles at the command and eagerly crawls after his Dom.
Aaron makes himself comfortable before turning his chair to face Harry. He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. Harry knows immediately what the Dom wants. He scoots forward, leaning against Aaron’s leg, and resting his head on the Dom’s thigh. Pleased, Aaron cards his fingers into Harry’s long hair.
Harry sighs blissfully, beyond content to be close to Aaron.
“I know that neither of us was expecting to see each other again.”
Harry hums his agreement. Aaron had left without giving him his real name or any indication the Dom wanted to see him again.
“But despite the shock of seeing you again, I am happy you are here.” Cupping his Sub’s cheek, “Last night was amazing, Harry. And leaving without telling you my name or asking to see you again will always be one of my biggest regrets. I never should have left you.”
Harry’s heart lurches, wild hope flairs within him.
“Baby, tell me it isn't too late. That I haven’t lost my chance because I want to be your Dom and more than anything I want to claim you as my Sub,” Aaron vows tenderly. He wants his collar around Harry’s neck, proclaiming that Harry is his.
Harry’s eyes fill with tears, and his body is consumed by joy. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting Aaron’s sincere and hopeful brown orbs. “Aaron, Sir. Nothing would make me happier,” Harry admits shyly.
Aaron gently wipes away the tear that is trailing down Harry’s cheek. He pulls Harry up and their lips meet in a tender kiss. Aaron eases back, “There is a lot we have to discuss.”
“Of course, Sir.”
He pulls Harry until the Sub is kneeling between his legs facing him. “Our relationship has to stay a secret,” Aaron says gently. When Harry doesn’t react, he’s relieved. Aaron explains, “This is new for me. I have never had a Sub of my own; I’ve never wanted more than one night with a Sub before. My Dom side is not something anyone knows about me. Hell, no one even knows that I’m bisexual. But despite wanting to keep this a secret, I am by no means ashamed of you or us…”
Harry smiles, answering timidly “I know Sir.” Ducking his head, Harry admits, “Nobody knows about me either, being a Sub I mean; not my team, friends, or family. Although, everyone already knows that I’m gay.”
Aaron is glad they are both on the same page. Neither of them is ready to tell their loved ones about their alternative lifestyle. Aaron is not ready to public about either their relationship or his bisexuality. He smiles warmly, encouraging his Sub to continue.
“Even though I am a Sub, my submission is not something I give away easily. I fight every Dom I have ever been with. But with you, I was able to let go instantly. For the first time in my life I feel safe,” Harry confesses bashfully.
Aaron puffs out his chest with pride. Smiling, he cups Harry’s chin, caressing his bottom lip with his thumb. His cheeky Sub seizes the opportunity and sucks the thumb into his mouth. The suction goes straight to Aaron’s cock, remembering how hot and wet Harry’s mouth had felt around his dick. Harry looks up coyly as he swirls his tongue around the digit before sucking hard. Aaron grasps Harry’s head with his left hand, keeping it still. He pulls out his thumb slowly. Harry holds his pink mouth invitingly open, hoping Aaron will shove his cock inside.
“I don’t think so, Little One. You haven’t earned the right to my cock, yet.”
Harry closes his mouth, pouting.
“There is something we need to deal with first. Something happened to me on my way to work this morning.” Aaron pauses, meeting Harry’s eyes.
Harry is curious; he has no idea what his Dom is going to say.
“I was driving along when a reckless biker ran a red light and came within inches of hitting my vehicle.”
His Sub’s green eyes widen, shock and guilt swirl in his expressive eyes.
“Yes, the SUV you almost hit this morning was me.”
Harry bites his lip; he hadn’t given the almost accident much thought. But now he knows he not only risked his own life but that of his Dom. “I’m s—sorry Sir! I didn’t know! I’m sorry!”
“You risked your own life foolishly and mine. That is unacceptable, Harry,” Aaron says harshly.
He hangs his head in shame, knowing that he has already disappointed his Dom is painful.
Aaron grabs his hair, yanking his head back. He allows his fury to show in his eyes. “You are mine, Harry Potter-Black. You will never be so reckless with what is mine again. Do you understand me, my little Sub?”
The sharp pain from Aaron pulling his hair is sweet he needs more. Harry needs his Dom to punish him until the white-hot pain wipes away his sins.
When Harry doesn't respond, Aaron jerks his head back again. “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND!”
“AHH! Yes, Sir! I understand! I am yours!”
“Good. Now, strip.” His gaze doesn’t waver when Harry looks at him startled, yet eager. His Sub carefully stands, his eyes looking down at the floor as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Wordlessly and wandlessly, Harry cancels his glamour. His Dom would notice if all the marks from the night before were gone. Harry squirms as he undresses, feeling Aaron’s hot gaze on him. He tugs off his jacket and shirt, placing them cautiously on the desk. Harry drags his undershirt off, tossing it with the other clothes. His hands tremble in anticipation as he unbuckles his belt, and unzips his slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor. Harry squats down, removing his shoes, socks, and slacks. The clothes are piled on Aaron’s desk as Harry stands in front of him, clad only in a pair of tight, green boxers. With possessive satisfaction, Aaron admires the marks he had made the night before. The moment his eyes focus on Harry’s dick, it twitches and fills. Aaron is smug that a simple look could make Harry so aroused.
When Harry makes no effort to remove his boxers, his Dom demands, “All of it. I want you bare.” Shyly, Harry pulls off his underwear, feeling vulnerable standing stark naked before his fully dressed Dom. “Good boy,” Aaron praises. He grabs Harry’s undershirt, laying it across his leg. “Over my lap.”
Harry quivers as he gingerly lies over Aaron’s lap. His Dom’s forward thinking ensures that his suit pants are protected from his pre-cum. Unable to help himself, he rocks his hips into Aaron’s hard thigh. SMACK! “None of that,” Aaron scolds. “This is punishment for your recklessness. This is not about your pleasure. You will not come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Holding himself rigid, Harry fights the urge to move his hips. “Y—yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Safe word still Jade?”
Harry’s heart warms at the question; his Dom is so good and kind. “Yes, Sir.”
“You will count each stroke and thank me for them. Do not stifle your cries, my office is soundproof. No one but me will hear your sweet cries.” Aaron is thankful that a previous Unit Chief had soundproofed this office because of his tendency to blast rock music during hard cases. You can’t do this job without discovering coping mechanisms.
Harry whimpers in anticipation. His Dom strokes his bare cheeks, kneading them gently until his Sub starts to relax. CRACK! Harry jolts at the unexpected blow, “One, Sir! Thank you, Sir!” Pleased by his Sub’s immediate obedience, Aaron’s next smack is softer. “Two, Sir! Thank you, Sir!” But Aaron remembers why he is doing this: Harry’s recklessness. CRACK! The blow is hard enough to leave a distinct handprint on his Sub’s ass cheek. “Th—three, Sir! Th—thank y—you, Sir!” By the fifth blow Harry is sobbing but Aaron’s rhythm is merciless. He stops at ten, satisfied that his Sub’s butt is thoroughly reddened and that he will not forget this punishment. Aaron tugs Harry up, cradling his crying Sub in his lap. HIs Dom isn’t too worried by the weeping. Despite the pain he must be feeling, Harry’s dick is hard and leaking.
The pain in his arse is white hot and feels deliciously cleansing. Even his tears feel cleansing, as if they are erasing all his sins. Safe in his Dom’s arms, Harry soon calms. The heat from his arse and the heat coming from Aaron makes Harry flush. Wanting to come so badly but unable to without his Dom’s permission makes Harry squirm.
“You were such a good boy for me, Baby. Are you going to remember this the next time you are tempted to act irresponsibly? In our line of work, we need to be careful,” Aaron tells him as he trails his fingertips over Harry’s cock. “While we are working on this case together, I am going to watch your every move. I forbid anyone to mark your skin. No one but me, not even a scratch. Will you take care of what is mine? Or do I need to punish you more?”.
Harry whines at the touch, the barely there caress isn’t nearly enough. He nods vaguely but his focus is on his Master’s touch, not his words.
Not satisfied by the non-answer, Aaron presses hard on the reddened skin of his Sub. “I asked you a question.”
The pain makes him throb harder, Harry keens. “No, please Sir! I’ll remember! I promise, Sir! I’ll be careful!” He’s desperate.
“Good, that’s all I want, Baby. You are mine now, I want you safe, even from yourself.” Feeling generous, Aaron starts stroking Harry’s dick.
“Oh, yes! Please!” Harry cries as his Dom drives him closer and closer to the edge. Everything within him tightens as Harry fights his need to come. Aaron watches his face, his Sub’s eyes are shut tight and his body is rigid as he desperately struggles to obey his command. Proud of his Harry, he strokes him faster and commands “Come.”
Harry screams as his cock erupts, and he rests heavily against Aaron. When his Dom lifts cum-stained fingers to his mouth, Harry licks them clean lazily. If they weren’t at work, Aaron would have let him bask in the afterglow. But they are at work and their teams will only get more suspicious the longer they are alone together. “Harry.”
His Sub turns to look at him, “Yes, Sir?”
Aaron caresses his soft cheek, “Isn't there something you've forgotten, Baby?”
Harry’s face scrunches up, thinking hard. What he had forgotten becomes obvious when Aaron thrusts his hips up. “Oh, Sir. I’m sorry!” Without hesitation and mindless of his nakedness, Harry sinks to his knees and opens Aaron’s pants. He engulfs his Dom in his mouth, sucking hard as he moves up and down his length. It takes only a few strokes before Aaron takes control, his hands guiding Harry’s head into the pace he wants. Aaron forces Harry to take him deep, barely allowing him to breathe. The utter control his Dom holds over him makes Harry hot. Relaxing his throat, Harry blissfully lets Aaron use him. Feeling Harry’s willing submission, Aaron fucks his throat deeper and harder until he comes down his pretty, welcoming throat. Aaron releases his tight grip. Harry eagerly cleans his cock with little kitten licks before shifting back. Through barely opened eyes, Aaron looks at Harry. He swears he can see an extra ring of black surrounding the emerald green irises. The Dom blinks rapidly, thinking about how he had thought he saw the same thing the night before. As he had last night, Aaron dismisses it as a trick of the light.
Sighing wearily, Aaron says as he tucks himself back in, “You better get dressed.” Harry stands and starts pulling on his clothes. His Dom buttons Harry’s shirt as Harry gets his pants on. A few minutes later, Harry is dressed. Aaron looks him over, straightening his jacket. The cum-stained undershirt is stuffed into his go bag in the corner. Aaron will take it home with him tonight and make sure it is washed. He kisses Harry tenderly, “Alright Baby. We’ll talk more tonight.” Aaron writes down the address of a hotel, giving it to Harry. “Meet me here after work tonight. I’ll text you the room number later.” They exchange phone numbers. Aaron pulls him close and hugs him tight. Whispering into his hair, “I wish I could do this out there but I’m not ready for that and neither do I think, are you. Once we leave my office, we have to pretend to be strangers. Out there, you are not my Submissive and I am not your Dominant. We are just Harry, the leader of the PACU, and Aaron, the leader of the BAU. Okay?”
“I know, Sir,” Harry answers quietly. He is as reluctant as Aaron to leave the safety and comfort of this office and his Dom’s arms. Harry grudgingly eases away, stuffing his Sub side deep inside of him and pulling on his Alpha leader persona. He watches silently as his warm and powerful Dom disappears behind Aaron’s grim Agent Hotchner persona.
“Ready?” Aaron asks. At Harry’s nod, Aaron opens the door and they exit his office.

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