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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
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter & Criminal Minds characters nor are we making any money on this story. We only claim the original characters. OCC and AU/Crossover -Criminal Mind/Harry Potter

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Anxiety of the Truth

Monday night:

The BAU spend Monday wrapping the two cases. Tyler Jackson and Chester Westler or as the media coined him, Chester Westler the Molester, are both in jail pending their trials. Westler’s lawyer is talking a plea agreement while Jackson is going to plead not guilty and take his chances with a trial. Sitting at the conference table, Hotch hears the sound of a new text message popping up on his phone. Checking it, Aaron smiles seeing it is from P, aka his Pet, aka Harry. He sets down his phone and looks up as Savannah asks the team if they want to have a celebration supper at her favorite restaurant.

Derek isn’t looking at Savannah but at his boss. He is intrigued by the expression on Hotch’s face. While he is distracted, Derek peeks at Aaron’s phone. His eyebrows rise in surprise at the picture of police issue handcuffs and the curious label of ‘P’. Who the hell is P? And why does Hotch have a picture of handcuffs as the picture for P? Morgan is definitely interested; he is going to have to watch his boss. Something is going on and he is going to find out what.

“Do you like Mexican food, Aaron?” Her eyes linger quite obviously on Aaron as she asks.

He doesn’t need to be a profiler to figure out why. “Not especially, no,” Aaron answers. Savannah is an appealing woman but his mind and heart are filled by his desire for Harry. He doesn't want or need anyone else.

The others look on, amused. They know for a fact that Aaron loves Mexican food.

Savannah deflates slightly at Aaron’s quick rejection. Perking up, she suggests, “I know a great Southern place, true Southern comfort food.”

Aaron is focused on his phone, debating whether to wait to read Harry’s text or risk it now. He misses Harry more than he thought possible. They have been together such a short time but Aaron feels a deep connection with Harry that he’s never felt with anyone before. It isn’t simply that Harry’s a Sub and is willing to fulfill Aaron’s deepest desires. Or that the sex is hot as hell. No, Harry is all that and more. They click, like—well—like soul mates or something. Aaron shakes his head, not wanting to think too hard on the unfathomable instant connection he and Harry have.

“Aaron?”

Hearing his name, he notices Savannah looking at him questioningly. Distracted, Aaron replies, “Hmm?”

Savannah tries again, not about to give up easily. “Do you like Southern food? I know a great authentic restaurant. ”The thought of eating out only serves to make him think of Harry. When they are ready to tell the others, Aaron is going to enjoy taking him out on dates.

He smirks to himself, thinking about how much he will enjoy showing Harry off. The only thing that could make it even better is imagining his collar around Harry’s pretty neck, showing those aware of the BDSM lifestyle that Harry belongs to him .

Savannah isn’t sure whether Aaron is completely oblivious, which considering his status as a profiler seems unlikely, or uninterested. Either way, he appears uncharacteristically distracted.

Remembering the question, Aaron answers in a deadpan tone, “Who doesn’t like Southern food?”

Savannah smiles. “So you’ll have dinner with me?” Her attention stays on Aaron for too long to be anything but deliberate before she adds. “All of you, of course. We’ll celebrate. Two criminals are in jail because of the BAU’s help.” Despite her words, she barely glances at the others. She stares at Aaron, practically eating him alive with her eyes. His kissable lips, his piercing brown eyes, his broad shoulders, and trim figure. Aaron Hotchner is an attractive man. Intelligent. Strong. Brave. Dominant. Savannah licks her lips, the pleasure he could give her...

Dave, Emily, and JJ hide their amused smiles at the hunger on the LEO’s face as she looks at Aaron. Only after the cases were solved has Savannah made her interest apparent. This is the first they’ve seen Savannah look at Hotch with anything more than professional manner since they arrived. Savannah’s attempts to gain Aaron’s attention appear to be futile however; he seems barely aware of her presence. Their boss is either ignoring it or blind to her interest.

“I’d love to hear more about the BAU and how you work,” Savannah says. Again, her eyes are all for Aaron. It is clear she wants to learn more about Aaron, rather than the whole group.

Spencer, who has mostly been reading Nott’s journals, looks over at Savannah. The poor woman is noticeably interested in Aaron but she might as well be invisible. He shrugs, nothing he can do about. It’s not his concern, although he does feel a twinge of sympathy. He did his share of what he thought was hopeless pining over Derek. Spencer smiles to himself. His Dom figured him out rather quickly. Derek saw what he wanted and needed and offered it to him. Spencer grins, things worked out rather well for him. He has a feeling Savannah will be fine. Aaron’s disinterest isn’t going to crush her or anything.

Savannah cannot help imagining Aaron’s arms around her and how good they would feel. “I’d love to set up a task force like yours in my department, maybe we could discuss what I would need to do over dinner? Would you be willing, Aaron?” she asks.

Aaron is still contemplating whether to read the text or not. “Tell you what?” he answers distractedly.

Savannah shakes her head and laughs to herself. Oh well, I had to try. She isn’t desperate and won’t waste her time chasing a man that isn’t interested. “How does Southern food sound to everyone? I would love to pick your brains.” The BAU is a unique team and their knowledge and experience could help her solve future cases.

“I love Southern food; my husband is originally from New Orleans and is a great chef,” JJ says with a smile. “But as much as I would enjoy going out to celebrate, we probably should be getting back.”

Dave agrees, “JJ is right. We have a serious case still ongoing and we need to get back to it.”

“Thanks for the offer, Savannah, but as the others said, we have another case waiting for us at home and we’ll be starting on it again tomorrow morning,” Derek explains.

Savannah nods understandably. “Of course. I hope you catch him.”

“Thank you, Savannah. We plan on it,” Emily states.

The others are of a like mind, meaning Aaron doesn’t have to worry about waving off the offer of supper as the others thank her for the offer but voice they simply have to get back. They will have to get back to their other case the next morning and a little rest before then is what everyone needs. Since Aaron wants to spend the night with Jack and that means he won’t be able to see Harry tonight, Aaron is at least going to open the text from him.

It takes ounce of his will not to react to the image before his eyes. His fucking Sub is trying to kill him. Aaron’s cock twitches at the sight of all that gloriously naked skin, Harry’s cock still caged, and his delicious hole open and ready for his cock. A single finger hovering teasingly over his hole, just waiting to be pushed inside. Aaron shuts his eyes and bites back a groan, picturing it in his mind: Harry’s slim finger easing inside achingly slow, pumping in and out. Harry is even biting his lip in the picture. The message tagged, “It’s yours if you want it,” only fuels his arousal. If Aaron was smart, he would have stopped there but Harry makes him stupid. Like an idiot, he opens the next one. Fuck. It’s Harry on his back, legs spread in an obvious invitation.

As if that isn’t enough, Harry tags it “I need my hole filled, are you up for the job?” I’m more than up for it, Pet. When I get home, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for a week. Aaron shifts slightly, his eyes glued to his phone. He again tries to stop but naked pictures of Harry cannot be denied. This one is of Harry on his knees, his tongue peeking out and almost touching the dildo near his mouth. He looks like he’s about to suck the dildo. He tagged it “Wishing it was yours.” Aaron wants more than anything to jump through the phone and shove his cock into that cheeky mouth. I don’t know whether I want to punish him or spank his ass red and fuck him.

Derek narrows his eyes, Hotch is shifting and staring at his phone intensely, both are suspiciously abnormal behavior for his boss. “Everything okay, Hotch?”

Aaron’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly in surprise. He clears his throat, not wanting the others to hear the arousal in his voice. “Yeah, of course. Just reading a text.”

Derek knows he’s lying. Something is definitely going on and he is going to get to the bottom of this.

Aaron shoves his hand in his pocket to try to hide his reaction to the pictures, especially with Morgan watching him suspiciously. His erection is not going down anytime soon, not with images of naked Harry dancing in his head. But he can’t let the others suspect that he’s aroused. Despite the risk, he can’t help but smile at Harry’s cheekiness.

Derek stares at Aaron, wondering about the smile on his lips. What or who is he thinking about?

Aaron cannot help looking at the images again. He consoles himself with the fact that Harry can’t find any pleasure until he gets back. After Jack goes to sleep, he is going to call his Sub. With Harry in his ear, he will stroke himself to completion and savor his Sub’s begging. After the teasing, Harry deserves to be denied.

Aaron calls Jessica from the plane. “Hey Jess.”

“Aaron, hi,” she says warmly.

“We’re on our way back. I should be home in a bit over an hour.”

Jessica smiles, “I saw on the news that you found the boy.”

“Yes.”

She pouts; Aaron is always closed lipped about his work. Jessica wants Aaron to let her in but he has to be difficult. “I’m sure his parents were thrilled.”

Aaron pictures the relief and joy on Connor and Amanda’s faces. “Yes, they were.” Not wanting to speak about work, Aaron asks, “Can I talk to Jack?”

Despite her disappointment, Jessica answers, “Of course. Let me get him.”

“Daddy!”

Aaron smiles easy and true. “Hi buddy! How was the birthday party?”

“It was fun, we went to the zoo! I got my face painted! And the lion roared at us! And I pet a baby zebra!” Jack gushes.

Grinning, Aaron says, “Did you thank Peter?”

“Yes, Daddy. I remembered.”

“I’m coming home tonight.”

Jack shouts, “Yay!”

“Why don’t you and Jess make sure you have everything ready for school tomorrow? Then when I get home we can play.”

Jack bounces happily, “Okay, Daddy!”

Aaron talks to his son for a few minutes more before he hangs up. For the first time in his life, Aaron feels complete. He has Jack, the absolute light of his life, and he has Harry, the man of his dreams. As terrifying as it is to think about, Aaron is self-aware enough to realize with Jack and Harry at his side, he can be happy anywhere. Before Harry, Aaron thought the idea of love at first sight or soul mates was laughably naïve. Yet, the way he feels about Harry, how he feels when he is with his Pet, has Aaron re-considering. Aaron realizes that he is going to have to talk to Jack about Harry and soon.

Aaron turns to look at Derek and Spencer. They are snuggling together. Derek is listening to music while Spencer reads with his head in Derek’s lap. Derek is combing his fingers through Spencer’s soft hair as he turns pages impossibly fast. Someday, when they are both ready, Aaron hopes that he and Harry can be that open with their relationship.

He’s coming home! Jessica rejoices to herself. “Now Jack, do you want to pick out your clothes for school tomorrow or should Mommy?”

Jack eyes his aunt with uncertainty. It isn’t the first time she has referred to herself as ‘mommy,’ although never when Daddy is around. Jack has told her before that she isn’t his mommy but she had only snapped at him. It bothers him but he isn't sure what he should do.

Maybe I should tell Daddy the weird things Aunt Jess does sometimes?

Jack doesn't respond to his aunt, knowing from experience that she's too distracted by his daddy coming home to even notice him. While he doesn’t challenge Aunt Jess anymore, he refuses to call her mommy. She’s not his mommy and she never will be.

As Jessica fixes Jack’s lunch, her mind wanders. She pictures Aaron coming home from work, kissing her with love and passion. She sees him standing behind her, caressing her large belly that is swollen from Aaron’s child. Jess can feel his hard cock poking against her, his lust for her never ceasing. Feels him lift up her dress and push inside her, fucking her right there in the kitchen. His hands grip hers on the counter, their matching wedding rings sparkling in the light. Jessica moans at the fantasy, Aaron as hers completely, her husband, and the father of her child. It is everything she wants.

The sound of Jack running down the stairs breaks the dream. She finishes making Jack’s lunch and puts it in his backpack.

It is a relief to get home. Jess has supper ready and Aaron cherishes being able to have a simple meal with his son. Jessica leaves after they eat. Aaron does not notice her reluctance to leave or her disappointment at being left out of family time. Jack wants to play with his LEGOs. They spread them out in the family room and go crazy. Aaron uses this time to talk with his son about anything that might be bothering Jack. At times talking on the phone does not allow Aaron to gauge Jack's facial expressions.

Dammit, I'm profiling my own son.

"So, buddy, how was your day?' Aaron asks, putting LEGO parts together.

"It was ok," Jack shrugs his shoulder's. Aaron watches the intense expression on his son's face, often times, he reminds me of Sean when he was Jack's age before drugs took over his life. I miss him. Where are you, Sean? Are you even still alive?

Aaron tears himself away from those dark thoughts. He hasn't seen his brother in the long time and has no way of knowing where he is or if he still lives. Aaron refocuses on Jack, he has too little time with his son as it is. He needs to be in the moment while he has the chance.

Jack picks at his fingernail, trying to decide whether to tell his daddy about Aunt Jess. He doesn't want to get her in trouble. He loves her, even if she acts weird at times. Jack's eyes flick up to his daddy's face. "Daddy?"

Aaron looks down at his son, ready to listen.

Jack squirms a little, gathering his courage. "Are you ever going to get married again?"

Stunned, he can only gape at Jack. His first thought is of Harry and how right it feels to imagine him as his husband. "Well, er, not at the moment. Would you be okay with me marrying again someday?"

Jack nods his head, mumbling softly, "Not to Aunt Jess." He loves her but she isn't his mother and he doesn't want her to be.

Aaron's too stunned by the coincidence of his thoughts about his future with Harry and Jack's question to hear his son's words.

"Depends."

Pulling himself together, Aaron asks sincerely, "On what?"

Jack shrugs his shoulders. "If she makes you happy or not." He glances at Aaron, "And if she will like me too."

Aaron's expression softens. "I would never marry anyone that didn't love you as much as I do," he promises. "You are the most important person in my life, Jack. Always."

"I love you, Daddy." Jack lunges forward and hugs Aaron tight. He has the best daddy in the whole world.

Aaron echoes, "I love you, too." He savors the little body against his. Aaron wants to remember this moment forever.

Knowing Jack has school the next morning, Aaron reluctantly cuts their play time shorter than Jack would like, and checks his homework. Aaron helps Jack take out clothes for the next day before preparing for bed. Aaron lets his son pick out a book and helps him settle into bed. He reads until he is sure Jack is asleep. He kisses his son on the forehead and tiptoes out of the room.

Being a single dad has its reward and disappointments, especially with his job forcing him to leave Jack in the care of Jess, no matter how accommodating she can be about the situation. Having a partner to share in the joys of raising children together is something Aaron wants. He is still stunned by Jack's question, and Aaron recognizes he is truly gone on Harry when he can picture his Sub reading to Jack, tucking him in at night, kissing his forehead goodnight, being a full and committed co-parent to Jack. What if he doesn't want that? What if Harry doesn't want Jack? It terrifies him. Haley divorcing him had hurt but Harry has the potential to devastate him. Losing Harry would be excruciatingly painful and that scares him.

Shaking off the mood, Aaron takes a shower. Inevitably, he thinks of Harry and of the pictures he sent. Smirking, Aaron gets out of the shower half-hard. He locks the door; Jack will knock if he needs anything. Grabbing his phone, Aaron texts Harry, telling him to open Google chat on his laptop and wait for his call. He sets up his own laptop to deliberately give Harry the perfect view of his body. Then he calls Harry.

“Hello, Sir.” Harry admires his Dom's nude body, he's missed the beautiful sight of it during their separation.

Aaron cannot help the smile that forms on his lips, “Hello, Pet.”

“Did you like the pics?” Harry asks slyly.

Aaron barks a laugh, “What do you think?” His cock twitches at the mere thought of those pictures.

“I think I feel empty without your cock filling me,” Harry purrs.

"I bet you do, Pet. But this is about me tonight, isn't it, because of your cheekiness. Now, I want you to strip for me. Give me a show."

Harry smirks at Aaron, fully prepared to give him quite the show. Not looking away from the computer screen, he runs his hands down the front of his green silk pajama top teasing and pinches his nipples shamelessly.

Aaron watches Harry eagerly, beginning to stroke himself slowly at the show. He watches with a smirk as Harry's eyes are glued to his hand.

Harry starts unbuttoning the shirt achingly slow, needing Aaron's full and intense attention on him. Harry bites his lip as he watches Aaron stroke himself. He wants to be the one touching Aaron's cock, to stroke him to completion.

"Focus, Pet," Aaron orders when Harry stills and stares at him.

Pinching his nipples hard to refocus, Harry peels off his shirt. He wets his fingers and rubs one nipple and then the other, wetting them.

Aaron stares at Harry's spit wet nipples, wanting nothing more than to suck that little nub into his mouth. Harry knows it too because he won't stop playing with them.

"How much did you like my pictures, Sir?" Harry pants, achingly aroused and unable to do anything about it.

"Tell me, Pet, don't be shy, how much do you think I liked them?" Aaron drawls.

Harry grins cheekily, having noticed how Aaron's cock twitched at the mention of the pictures. "They made you hard, didn't they? The sight of me ready and eager for your cock in my hole, in my mouth, cumming all over me, made you want to fuck me right then and there. Made you want to show everyone that you own me, that I am yours and yours alone."

Aaron admits to himself that he thought and wanted everything Harry said. Those pictures made him want to fuck Harry right there on the desk in front of everyone. He wanted to claim Harry then and there, so everyone would know that Harry is his.

"Am I right, Sir?"

Fucking cheeky little minx. "Doesn't matter if you are or not, Harry. I don't think you deserve it, do you? As beautiful and creative as the pictures are, you’ve been very naughty, Pet. Sending me naked pictures, which I opened in the middle of the police station by the way.”

Harry's attention moves to Aaron's face and he giggles, not repentant at all. Slowly, his fingers settle teasingly on his waistband of his pajama pants.

“You are just begging to be punished, aren’t you?” Aaron growls, sounding both amused and authoritative.

"Anything to keep your attention on me," Harry mumbles, hoping that Aaron did not hear him. Then he smirks to himself, answering almost teasingly, “Yes, Sir.”

Aaron stifles his own laugh; he has a mischievous little Sub. “You don’t fool me, My Own. Consider your punishment doubled.” Then he orders, "Finish stripping. And you better still be wearing the cage." He leaves the or else unspoken.

The dangerous warning in Aaron's voice makes Harry shiver. The threat makes his cock jump within the cage. He obediently ducks his head. “Yes, Sir.” This time his tone is properly submissive. Harry fiddles with the waistband for a brief second, knowing he isn't wearing anything but the cage underneath, before easing the pajamas down his thighs. He can feel the intensity of Aaron's gaze as he watches.

Aaron moans as Harry's cage encased cock is revealed. The sight of his Sub's obedience is intoxicating. Inch by inch, Harry's beautiful skin is exposed to his eyes. His Pet is gorgeous and all his. Aaron wants nothing more than to sink into his willing body; he feels a twinge of regret at not sneaking Harry into the house after Jack went to sleep. But they have not moved their relationship from meeting at hotels to a more personal place. Their relationship is heading in a direction Aaron definitely did not anticipate happening after one night meeting in the club and then a surprise meeting the next morning. The sound of Harry's voice interrupts his thoughts.

"I'm still wearing it, Sir. Just as you told me to."

Aaron quirks a brow, "So you can follow directions, at least every once in awhile."

Harry laughs, "Only your's"

"As it should be," Aaron murmurs. Harry should listen to me above all others, I am is his Dom. Aaron continues to stroke himself lazily. “Do you want to know your first punishment?”

“Yes, Sir,” Harry answers, his voice husky from arousal and anticipation.

Grinning, he states, “I’m going to wank with you watching me, and the only satisfaction you’ll receive, Pet, is seeing me cum. You will have to see my cum and be unable to taste a drop of it from my fingers.”

Harry groans; it will be torture to watch to Aaron pleasuring himself. “Do you understand, Harry?”

He gulps, nodding frantically.

“I see your head moving but I don't hear anything. I want to hear your words, Pet.”

Harry says, “I understand, Sir.” He pauses before asking, “What’s my second punishment, Sir?”

Aaron grins wickedly, “Next time we’re together, I am going fill that pretty hole of yours just like you asked.”

Harry likes the sound of that; he certainly doesn’t see the downside to that but he is smart enough to keep that to himself.

“What do you think of that, Harry?”

“Yes! I feel so empty without you. It’s been days since I’ve been filled, Sir.”

“Is your slutty hole aching for my cock, Pet?”

“Fuck yes!” Harry’s ass flutters, ravenous to be fed Aaron’s thick cock.

Aaron continues, “But this is a punishment, My Own. You don’t think I’ve forgotten that part, do you?”

Harry has a feeling he isn’t going to like this part. “No, Sir.”

“Your teasing has lost you certain privileges,” Aaron informs him. “You are going to have to earn them back.”

Harry has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. “What privileges?”

“You better get used to the cage, Harry, because you’ll be wearing it when I fuck you next. Until I feel you’ve been properly punished, you aren’t going to be able to cum,” Aaron threatens.

He stifles a groan. His Dom is serious and that means there is nothing Harry can do but try to be good. “I understand. I’m sorry, Sir,” Harry says, sounding sincerely regretful.

“I know you are, Pet,” Aaron admits. Harry’s regret doesn’t mean he won’t be punished. “Now I want you to make me cum. On your knees, resting position, legs spread, fingers laced behind your head and your eyes on me.”

Harry quickly obeys, nearly trembling in anticipation. He needs to please his Dom, even if he doesn't get to cum himself. Harry bites his lip, “I need you so badly, Sir. Since you left, I dreamt of preparing myself for you. Of pushing my fingers deep inside and readying myself just for you.”

Aaron strokes himself a bit faster, his eyes roving over Harry's body. “What else do you dream about, Harry? Tell me.”

“I dreamt of lubing the biggest plug I could find and pushing it inside me inch by inch. You watched but didn’t touch me.”

“Fill up your pretty hole with a plug, Baby?”

Harry answers, “It’s not enough, Sir. I woke aching for you, needing to be filled.”

“Filled by what? What does my Little One need?”

Harry whines, remembering the fervored hunger he felt every morning after dreaming of Aaron, “Cock.”

“Any old cock will do?” Aaron asks harshly. “You let others fill what belongs to me?”

Harry shakes his head violently. “No, Sir! Never! I only want your cock. No one else’s. I wouldn’t let anyone else touch what is yours.”

“Not even you?” Aaron asks, a dangerous lilt to his voice.

Harry picks up on Aaron’s warning. “Not even me,” he promises. As much as he wanted to disobey Aaron’s orders, he hadn’t. He could have and Aaron would never have known but Harry would have.

Aaron grins, pleased that despite the dream and the burning need to be filled, Harry followed his orders. “Good Pet. Tell me what else you dreamt of,” Aaron rumbles.

Harry licks his lips and his eyes hungrily eat up Aaron's cock, precum pools at the head and he wanted to lick it and savor the taste. But knows it will be a while before his Dom give him the pleasure he so desires. Harry takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “I dreamt of you filling me, fucking me like only you can.” He groans at the image flashing in his mind. His hole unbearably empty without Aaron. Harry wants to feel it so bad. “I dreamt of you pushing inside me, so impossibly deep that I can practically feel it in my throat.”

Aaron moans, thumbing his slit. He uses his precum to lube his cock while his other hand tugs on his balls.

“I woke up alone and feel so empty it hurt. Oh, Sir, it hurt so bad.”

Aaron adds a twist to his stroke, groaning at the pleasure of it. “Your slutty hole craves my cock, that’s why it hurts, Baby. Can’t live without my cock filling you. You’re addicted.”

“Yes! It is the sweetest drug to me, like nothing and no one before.” Harry yearns for Aaron with a passion that is overwhelming, these days without him left him shaking in need. Aaron’s his drug. “I wake up craving you, Sir. Your touch, your mouth, your cock. I want to feel wet, your cum slicking my insides, keeping it in me all day. I want to swallow it down, to feel it pulse inside my ass. To feel it cover my stomach, my ass, my face. Marking me as only you can.”

Aaron arches, imagining it in perfect detail. Fucking Harry’s pretty mouth, coming down his willing throat, the last spurt coming on his face. Those green, green eyes looking up at Aaron, cum marking his lashes, nose, and lips. Aaron’s breathing quickens, lust building in his chest. He tightens his hand, fucking his fist and imagines he is fucking Harry’s perfect hole. Closing his eyes, he can almost feel Harry’s welcoming heat around him.

“I still want it. I want you so bad,” Harry whimpers. He can feel desire flooding his veins, his cock hardening more with each passing moment. “Please, Sir. Please, can I touch myself?”

Aaron barks out a laugh. “My sweet Pet. You’re being punished or have you forgotten?”

Harry tries to bite back a sob but he fails. Watching Aaron pleasure himself without being able to touch is torture. He wants to touch Aaron and to touch himself, to bring himself off for his Dom's viewing pleasure. His nipples are peaked in need, his cock leaking in its cage, and his ass is clenching nonstop with the need to be filled. Even if he can’t come, easing that emptiness with a plug would be pure pleasure. But Aaron denied him. Harry bites his lip, regretting his decision to tease Aaron with the pictures.

Even hearing the desperation in Harry’s sob, Aaron does not give in. This is Harry’s punishment and he cannot give in. Instead, he orders, “Tell me more about your dreams.”

Harry's breathing hitches, fighting his own overwhelming need in order to obey his Dom. “I dreamt of you owning me. Of you fucking me in the middle of the office so everyone knows that I belong to you. I dreamt of you coming inside me, of you breeding me.” Harry leaves out that he means it literally, that his dreams are of Aaron impregnating him. Of Aaron’s tender care as Harry grows large with their child.

Aaron’s hand speeds up, the images only pushing him closer to the edge. His other hand finds his erect nipple. At first, his touches are teasing but it isn’t enough. Aaron groans as he pinches his nipples, first one and then the other. “Maybe if you are good, I’ll let you ride me sometime.”

Harry whines at the thought, “Please!” He can see it and his need only grows at how hot it would be.

Aaron can see it in his mind, his beautiful Harry easing down onto his cock. A expression of pure ecstasy as he slides down, seating himself fully. “Can you see it, Baby?”

“Yes!” He can see Aaron underneath him and somehow knows the position would do nothing to diminish Aaron’s dominant presence. Harry squirms, aching with need to touch himself.

Aaron moans, Harry will look beautiful on top of him. Hot and desperate. “Yes! Fuck, Harry!” He closes his eyes and he tightens his grip. Aaron remembers how good it feels to be inside Harry’s tight hole. “Always so tight for me, aren’t you, Pet?”

“Just for you, Aaron. Only for you. I love your big thick cock splitting me open. You open me so wide. I love how it feels, how it burns so sweetly. I can think of nothing else but you and how good it feels to have you inside me.”

“That’s right. You belong to me now. Tell me!” Aaron demands. His fist moves faster, his desire to come burning brighter with every stroke.

Harry promises, “Yes. I’m yours. I belong to you.” His hands are clenched tight, the desire to touch himself somewhere, anywhere is strong enough to hurt.

“Your lips, your cock, your hole, they are all mine!” Harry is his and Aaron won’t let him go without a fight. He’s never wanted anyone as much as he wants Harry. His Sub is as much his drug as he is Harry’s.

“Yes! Everything is yours! Yours to kiss, to suck, to fuck. Only yours!”

Aaron is close, his cock dripping with precum and his balls tighten. He needs to cum. His possessiveness and Harry’s submission are fueling the fire that burns through his veins.

“You make me so hot, Sir. Like no one else ever has.” Aaron can set fire to his blood with a single look, a single word. His cock leaks from nothing more than a fantasy in his head, the sight of Aaron jerking off in front of him and Aaron’s voice in his ear.

Aaron groans in response. “That’s right, Pet. No one else can fuck you, fill you, claim you like I can.”

Harry wants to pinch his nipples so badly, not being able to touch himself at all is killing him. “Please, Sir! I need to touch myself. Please!”

The need in Harry’s voice makes the fire flowing through Aaron’s veins flare brighter. Knowing that he is in control of all that need fills him with satisfaction. The heady feeling almost makes him relent but Harry needs to earn it. “You beg so pretty, the hitch in your voice, the blush on your face and the desire in your eyes, makes me weak. You tremble with need but still you don't touch yourself because tonight is about my pleasure and because I command it. But it isn't enough, you haven’t earned it yet, My Own.”

Harry whimpers at the denial, regretting the teasing photos more than ever. The punishment is one he won’t soon forget. To keep his mind off his burning need, he blurts, “I wanna lick you everywhere. I can’t get enough of the taste your skin. You taste so good!”

“Tell me,” Aaron orders.

“I want to pinch your nipples hard, make them nice and red. I want to suck them until you cry out. Lap up at the sweat trailing down your long neck to your chest. I wanna flatten my tongue against the skin of your neck, suck a deep mark on your jaw.”

Aaron moans, playing with his nipples and imagining Harry’s pink tongue peeking out of his mouth. Imagines the sensation of Harry’s wet tongue dragging over his skin and groans deep. The feeling of Harry’s lips sucking a purple mark on his jaw.

“One day I’m going to rim your ass, Sir. Suck on your hole, lick your ass until it softens under my tongue. Can you feel it, Aaron? Feel your muscles relax under my tongue? Feel my tongue push inside you? I want to taste you there. I want it so bad. Will you let me, Sir? Let me make love to your ass with my tongue?”

He closes his eyes, seeing himself spread out on a big bed. His legs spread wide, his back arched, and his ass up, ready for Harry’s tongue. He can feel it, the first tentative licks. Aaron moans loudly, his ass clenching at the fantasy. “Fuck yes, Harry. You be a really good Sub for me and I’ll reward you. Let you lick me open and eat my ass,” Aaron promises. "Maybe one day I will let you fuck me and eat the cum from my hole."

"Oh, Mer, fuck," Harry stutters out his words at the thought of cumming inside Aaron.

In Aaron's mind, he pictures Harry going from hesitant to eager in a flash. Harry sliding into him, shy and slow. His first thrusts timid until Aaron moans and orders him to fuck him. Harry's shocked eyes meet his and his Sub's hesitancy evaporates. Harry fucks him with obvious eagerness and after they both cum, he licks up every drop of Aaron's cum. Then he spreads his cheeks and eats his own cum from Aaron's ass with intoxicating enthusiasm. It will be fiercely arousing and anticipation builds in his stomach. Aaron wants it desperately.

Harry promises, “I’ll be so good for you. I want it so bad!” He can’t wait to taste Aaron there, to pleasure him with his mouth and tongue. His mouth waters in anticipation, he can almost taste his Dom on his tongue.

“My good Sub,” Aaron praises. His mind is still on the fantasy of Harry’s tongue in his ass. One day soon when Harry earns it, Aaron will reward them both by permitting Harry to rim him. Harry will really have to be good to earn the right to fuck him.This is as much a torture for Aaron as it is a punishment for Harry, seeing his Sub and unable to touch. Imagining what he wants his Sub to do to him and what he wants to do to Harry but not being able to do it.

Harry wants to pleasure himself. He feels hot and desperate and overwhelmingly empty. He needs Aaron’s touch, needs Aaron to make love to his body, to use him so hard and fast that Harry explodes without a touch to his cock. “I want you to watch me. Watch as I fuck myself on a dildo, put on a show just for you,” Harry whines needily.

Aaron groans, “You’d look gorgeous. All eager and needy as you fuck yourself open on a big dildo. Would you take it all for me, Pet?” The need to come is burning, hot and bright, and his hand moving with tremendous desperation.

Harry cries, “Yes. Push it deep. For you. Only for you!”

“Only for me! You want to be filled, don’t you? To stretch yourself wide for me. To have my fingers inside that pretty little hole of yours.”

Harry says eagerly, “Yes, Sir! I need it! To stretch myself for you.”

“Does my Baby want cock, fake or otherwise?”

Harry answers, “Yes! Please! I need it deep inside me, Sir. A nice dildo filling me, readying my ass for your cock, for you to fill me as only you can!”

“My greedy little cock slut. I want you to picture it, Harry. That fake cock pressing into you. Can you feel it?”

Harry mewls, he can practically feel it, his hole quivers with need. “Yes.”

“Press on it for me, Baby. Fuck yourself on it.”

Harry feels it, like the fantasy is real. His hips move like the dildo is moving in and out of him.

Aaron fists himself hard and fast, picturing Harry fucking himself on the dildo in his mind. It’s a beautiful and arousing sight. “I’m close, Pet.”

“I need you, Sir. Cum for me. I need to hear you. Please,” Harry begs.

Aaron grunts softly as he starts to cum. He moans Harry’s name as he milks his cock, his seed splattering onto his own hand and stomach. Aaron sighs, his hand slowing as his cock empties. “Fuck, Harry. You’re so good for me.”

Harry squirms, wishing more than anything that he could take off the cage and stroke himself to orgasm with Aaron’s cries echoing in his mind. “Sir,” Harry whines. He stares at his Dom, his skin flecked with seed. “I wish I could taste you. Lick you clean. I want your seed on my tongue, in my belly.”

Aaron smiles, feeling very satisfied. “My perfect dirty Sub. You did so well, Pet. Made me cum just like I asked.”

Harry feels Aaron’s pride wrap around him like a blanket.

Aaron sighs, “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry is near bursting with happiness. Even being denied physical pleasure, Harry feels good. “My pleasure, Sir.”

With regret, Aaron says, “I better say goodnight, Pet. My team will be back in the office bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“I get to see you tomorrow?” Harry asks excitedly.

Aaron smiles warmly, sounding eager as he says, “Yes, Pet. Maybe we can carve out some time tomorrow night for us, hmm?”

Harry answers, “I’d like that a lot.” He’s missed Aaron in his short absence. “Tomorrow then?”

Aaron echoes, “Tomorrow. Remember, Pet, you aren’t allowed to remove the cage nor can you touch yourself. No fingering, no plugs or dildos get near your ass or your mouth. No touching your nipples. Nothing. You are being punished and your only pleasure will come from my touch alone.”

Harry hangs his head but promises, “I know, Sir.” He sighs mournfully. “Goodnight, Aaron.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

Tuesday Morning:

Harry walks into the FBI building with one thing on his mind: solving this case. He tries not to think about Aaron and tries to tame his excitement at seeing the man in the flesh. He woke up this morning aching with need after a restless night. The memory of his erotic video chat with Aaron last night had Harry stumbling through his morning. His cock struggling in its cage, his balls heavy with need, and begging for release.

Gods, the things Aaron says and does to his body leaves Harry in a constant state of arousal. No other man has ever made him feel so wanted and loved before. Harry walks into the building and heads straight for the bathroom and rushes to an empty stall. Quickly, he undoes the fastening of his pants and pushes down his briefs, even in its chastity cage his cock is furiously hard, craving release. Harry takes a few deep breaths to soothe his aching need. He closes his eyes and tries to think of anything unrelated to sex or Aaron’s naked body, his cock, his arse.

Oh fuck, that is not helping. Food, maybe if I think of food. No, wait food can lead to sex.

Harry racks his brain to think of anything that would dampen his arousal. Ms. Figg and her kittens. At the thought of Ms. Figg, Harry’s cock starts to soften. He pulls his briefs and pants back up, and refastened his pants with little trouble. Harry walks out of the stall and over to the sink. He washes his hands and splashes water on his face. Harry looks in the mirror above the sink and notices the black ring around his pupils. Taking a few more deep breaths, Harry watches as the black ring slowly disappears and he finally feels under control. Wandlessly, he dries his face and exits the bathroom.

Harry turns his thoughts back to the case, that is the reason he and his team are here in the first place. To catch a killer. Harry tries to piece together the parts that are missing. Theo seems to be one step ahead of them and Harry does not like it. In the past couple of days, he's thought seriously about coming clean to the BAU; they need to know everything in order to do their jobs properly and get ahead of Nott. He has a feeling that is the only way they will solve this case. This job is not like the others they have encountered, the killer is smarter, and knows them. Knows their strengths, their weaknesses. Could Theo be watching us? This is not the first time Harry has asked himself that question.

He walks into the conference room his team uses as their base of operations; today, he has Blaise and Neville working with Lucius and Severus. Draco is with Fred scouring the vaults for more information and keeping an eye on the goblins; he would rather get to Theo before they do. Goblins tend to kill first and ask questions later, and Harry wants answers from Theo before he takes his last breath.

George is at his computer searching for information on suspiciously mysterious deaths that could possibly lead them to Theo. Harry has a feeling the more gruesome deaths are for their benefit. Harry looks at the board in front of him like he has done for the past few months, trying to connect the dots. Nothing makes sense; it doesn’t add up.

We have already concluded that Nott is doing this out of revenge, so why is he not coming after us directly? Why kill innocent women and children to get our attention?

Questions swirl around in Harry’s head. He switches the pictures around on the board, hoping to spark a connection to make sense of the case. It also bothers Harry that he still has not heard from Kingsley, and doesn’t know if he was able to speak Mrs. Greengrass. As a former Death Eater and close to the Parkinson, she should have some insight as to what Theo may be thinking.

“If you stare any harder at that board, you will go cross-eyed.” Says a voice very close to his ear. Harry smiles and he breathes a sigh of relief. Even though he saw him last night the fact that Aaron is back home safe hits him hard as does how much he missed having him close. He leans back a bit and his back touches Aaron's chest. Harry can feel the warmth of Aaron’s body even through their clothes.

“Do you know how badly I want to kiss you right now?”

Harry nods his head, “Just as badly as I want you to.”

“I meant what I said, Harry,” Aaron whispers in his ear. “You and every part of you belongs to me.”

Harry gasps; Aaron’s voice is thick with arousal, his lips touch the sensitive part of Harry’s ear. Harry’s skin is on fire from a only few small touches from Aaron. “I belong to you, Aaron,” Harry replies. “The last few days have been nothing but torture without you. I cannot think straight when you aren’t near me. And I cannot cope when you are here.

Harry closes his eyes and bites on his bottom lip to keep himself from turning around and having Aaron really kiss him. “I feel the same way you do,” Aaron whispers low in his ear. Aaron’s mouth is so close, his lips continue to lightly graze his ear when he speaks. Harry needs to step away from the other man before he does something stupid like drop to his knees and suck the man’s dick right here where anyone could walk in on them. His reprieve in the bathroom earlier cannot help him right now.

“I missed you, more than I thought possible,” Harry tells him, opening his eyes and turning his head to look into Aaron’s warm brown eyes. “I did not realize how much I needed our intimate moments during and after work. I feel lost without you, Aaron.”

“I know what you mean,” Aaron says stepping closer. “There were so many times I picked up my phone to call or text you.” The more Aaron talks, the closer his lips get to Harry’s. All he needs to do is lean up to seal their lips together. Harry licks his lips and his tongue brushes against Aaron’s lips, causing his Dom to visibly shudder. He wants more, he wants to taste every inch of his lover right now. Taking a chance, Harry leans up and captures Aaron’s lips, his lover does not fight or pull away from him. Aaron cups the back his head and holds him firmly in place.

Harry thanks Merlin they are far away from the window that looks out into the bullpen; he wants to enjoy this kiss without anyone seeing them. Neither man is ready to make their relationship public as of yet. Aaron’s kisses taste like his favorite dessert. He easily gives Aaron control of their kiss, his Dom nibbles and sucks on his lips. Harry sighs when Aaron’s fingers tighten on the back of his head. He moans when those same fingers grip and tug on his hair.

Their bodies begin to gravitate closer and closer to each other but they jump back when they hear a noise outside of the conference room. They were so into their kiss and each other they forgot for a moment where they are. Aaron scrubs his face with one hand and rests the other on his hip. Harry takes a few steps back from his lover for fear of giving into temptation. He looks around the conference room for something to do other than ogle Aaron, who looks delectable wearing a dark blue suit standard with a white shirt and blue striped tie. But the only thing Harry can think about is what his Dom’s body looks like under those clothes. Harry licks his lips and tries to concentrate on steadying his breathing. He opens his mouth to say something when his papa walks into the room followed by Neville. Harry prays that his friend and papa do not notice his kiss swollen lips and flushed skin.

“Harry, I just got off the phone with Kingsley. He has been trying to call you for the past fifteen minutes.” Harry’s brows crease together; he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket and checks it. Sure enough Kingsley called a few times. He wonders why he did not hear his phone before realizing it happened when he and Aaron were fighting the urge to touch each other.

I need to keep my mind on the case, not my Dom. I’m at work, concentrate on closing the case, not on closing my lips around Aaron’s dick.

He looks up to see Neville busy introducing Aaron and Lucius just as the remaining members of two teams walk into the room. Draco introduces Severus and the rest. Once the introductions are made, the PACU members congratulate the BAU team for closing their case and for returning the little boy back to his family. That case is a reminder of why Harry chooses to do this job rather than sitting on boards, voting on bills and policies all day.

His papa taps him on the shoulder and hands him the phone, “It’s Kingsley.” Harry takes the phone and puts it on speaker.

“Yeah, Kingsley, what do you have for me?” Harry says as the whole room goes silent.

“She was pregnant, Harry.”

Harry bows his head and lets out a ragged sigh. He did not need to inquire about who Kingsley was referring to. “Son of a fucking bitch!” He yells, not looking up to see how the room is reacting.

His team and fathers are used to his ill-mannered outbursts of anger to certain things. The fact that Nott killed an innocent child cuts him deep, just more names to add on to his list of innocent murder victims.

“It was not your fault, Harry. You did what you had to do…. We all did what had to do at the time.” Kingsley says as if knowing what Harry is thinking.

“Tell me everything. I have you on speaker, and the BAU is here.” That is not a so subtle code for Kingsley to be careful not to mention anything magical.

“I went to see Daphne’s mother as you requested, I apologize for the delay I had a few meetings.” Kingsley pauses, taking a breath before he begins speaking once more. “Theo and Daphne got married, it was set up between Nott Sr., Mrs. Greengrass, and Riddle. Riddle officiated the marriage. A bonding and marriage contract was signed by all parties willingly, making Theo the Greengrass heir. No one else knew about it and Daphne got pregnant soon after. According to Mrs. Greengrass, Riddle planned on arranging marriages and enticing as many young purebloods as he could to get pregnant to build his army. Lucius, you were next the next parent on the list before the final battle.”

Draco pales at the thought of being matched up and bred like cattle by the Dark Lord.

Lucius's head snaps toward his son, fury and relief swirling within him. He would have broken his cover before allowing Draco to be married by the person of the Dark Lord's choosing. "Son, believe me, I would never agree to something so barbaric." Lucius says earnestly to Draco.

Severus's only visible reaction is a slight twitch of his fingers. He would rather have died saving Draco than have to watch Draco give his life and future happiness to the Dark Lord.

Draco closed his eyes as relief washed over him, "I believe you, Father."

The room is silent, fucking Riddle, when will I ever be rid of that bastard? Even in death he leaves a trail of messes for me to clean up.

“How many others did he approach before the final battle? Were they even in love? Or at the very least willing?”

The PACU knows enough about Voldemort to realize that at least some of the couples were unwilling, even if they never verbalized for fear of incurring the Dark Lord's wrath.

“Do you know what this means?” Lucius says before Kingsley can answer the question.

“Yes, I know what it means, Luc. Not only does he have the Nott inheritance, he also has the Greengrass’s. When he and Daphne bonded, he became the heir. Daphne was given a dowry when she married Nott.” Kingsley responds. “ Astoria, claimed hers after the war. As wealthy as the Nott’s were, the Greengrass’s are much more. We did not know about the marriage when we arrested Mrs. Greengrass. With Greengrass’s fortune, he has near unlimited funds and could be anywhere. Griphook is determining if Nott has successfully retrieved all of the contents of the Greengrass estate. He has also informed me that Nott liquidated all of the Parkinson's estate secretly before he killed Pansy, and combined it with his. At this point, no matter what we try to do, he still has access to an unlimited amount of funds. If that isn’t enough, we have another problem.”

“What is it now?” Harry asks, rubbing his forehead wearily.

“Astoria Greengrass is missing.”

Harry looks up at Draco then Lucius. At one point, Lucius almost adopted Astoria secretly. Astoria was young and it was the only way Lucius could think of to protect her from other Death Eaters. Astoria’s father did nothing to protect her, merely watching while the Death Eaters preyed on her. Lucius felt that Daphne could take care of herself, little did he know just how much. The Greengrass family did not care for Astoria, they already had a daughter who would one day marry, giving them the heir they needed. Astoria was considered a spare at best and a bastard at worst. Once the word got out about Astoria's possible adoption, she was deemed off limits.

Now Lucius knows why Greengrass Senior did not object to his request to adopt Astoria. But before the contract could be signed, Harry killed Voldemort and the Death Eaters were arrested. Astoria, with the help of Harry and Kingsley, fled Britain and since then has only sent coded messages once a month by owl stating that she is okay. No one knows where she is, and they prefer it that way.

Concerned, Lucius inquiries, “How long?” Even without a signed contract he considers Astoria his daughter.

“Twenty-four hours. You know what that means?” Kingsley whispers into the phone.

It means that Theo may have already killed her, if he did not decide to play with her first. Knowing Theo's sick mind, they may still have time to find her. “How did he find her?” Harry demands, only one man could be responsible: Theodore Nott. “ No one knew where she was, not even me and you. We made sure of that. How did he fucking find her when we can’t?”

“I don’t know Harry, the report came across my desk through the AMOM. The report says she was in the park with her two-year-old son, Bobby, and her husband, Bradley, who went to the car to retrieve their son’s favorite toy. A mother noticed Bobby playing alone and called the police. An operative working in the police station saw the boy do an accidental and got in touch with the AMOM.” Kingsley says. “Bu—”

“No buts Kings,” he cuts off his boss. “This was not supposed to happen; she was supposed to be safe. We took every fucking precaution to make sure she was safe! How in Mer-”

“Harrison Prince, calm yourself!” Harry snaps out of his rant and looks up at his father noticing everyone staring at him. Harry takes a deep breath to calm the rage that is building up inside of him. He wanted to protect Astoria, she was young at the time of the final battle and did not want to be associated with her family and their misdeeds. She wanted to be as far away from it all as she could. And now Theo fucking Nott has dragged her back into danger. “We will do our jobs and find Astoria before Mr. Nott gets the chance to hurt her. Think Harry, there has to be a reason why he took her.” He turns to the phone, “Shacklebolt, what happened to the husband?”

“He was found a few feet away from the car unconscious. He is at St. Mungo's in a coma; whatever Nott hit him with knocked him out good. The healers are doing everything they can to find out what happened at the park.”

“Fuck, this is not good. I feel so fucking lost with this damn case. Every time I think we have a lead, we end up with another stumbling block.” Harry turns and looks back at the board staring at the pictures. He focuses on Daphne, attempting to forget the fact that he killed her unborn child, while trying to discover the real reason Nott would take Astoria. Draco comes to stand beside him. “They could have been twins, right?” He says in astonishment. “If Astoria were a bit older, they could have been.” Harry begins.

“You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?” Draco questions. "I remember at Hogwarts people used to say the Greengrass sisters could be twins, but Astoria is prettiest of the two. Used to piss Daphne off. Now I know where some of her bruises came from."

Harry wished he could raise Daphne and Voldemort from the dead just to kill them all over again. But now he has bigger problems, “Yes, and that means we have to act quickly,” he sighs and rubs his suddenly tired eyes. He slumps his shoulders, burdened by the heavyweight of all he sees and knows. “I’m tired, Dray.”

“I know, little Prince,” reassures Draco pulling him in a one arm hug. “But think about why we decided to do this.”

“I wish you two dunderheads would not do that.” Both Harry and Draco turn to see the whole room staring at them again. “You seem to have forgotten your manners, again,” his father says, raising a brow.

“Apologies Father, Papa,” Harry and Draco respond together.

“Quite alright, now enlighten the rest of us.” Harry and Draco shrink back at the scolding from Severus, it’s like being back at Hogwarts waiting to be told they have detention for arguing in class.

“I feel it too, Harry.” Says Draco.

“How does he do that?” Asks Harry.

“It’s the professor thing, he can’t help himself.” Responds Draco.

Lucius has reached his limit. “Enough! You two are worse than the Weasley Twins.”

Suddenly, they hear chuckling coming from the phone, which is still lying on the table. “Sorry Kings, Draco and I figured out why he took Astoria.”

“Harry and I believe the reason he took her is Astoria looks like Daphne,” Draco tells Kingsley. “He took her to impregnate her, either out of his love for Daphne and the child they lost...”

“...or to continue Voldemort's fight,” Harry finishes.

“I said it before and I will say it again, that is one fucked up individual,” Derek Morgan pipes in for the first time.

“Indeed,” drawls Severus.

“It is widely known that the Notts Family bloodline is tainted with insanity,” Lucius adds. “Most British nobles hold true to the old adage that inbreeding is best to maintain the purity of their bloodline.” Lucius's face contorts in disgust and the PACU members nod their heads as the shocked BAU members look on.

"Well, that's completely disgusting," Derek announces.

The PACU members do not agree or disagree with Derek's statement. Most of their heritage began with incest. There isn't a single witch or wizard that doesn't have at least one ancestor in their bloodline that was the result of incest. The magical community, at least at the start, saw nothing wrong with incest. There were so few of true magical people that to expand their community, they had to mate with others like them, which often meant having some blood in common. The magical world was accepting of a lot of things at the beginning, including beastiality, which is how werewolves and other magical creatures came into existence. Neither beastiality nor incest are as acceptable now as they were back then.

Too many generations have whittled down the protection magic can give against negative consequences, like madness, to children born from incestuous relationships. Too many magical creatures that have brought havoc upon the magical world because of weak bloodlines and the interference of dark magic. Fenrir Greyback was a result of a witch who rejected her mating to a werewolf by using an abortion spell that was outdated centuries ago endangering the fetus in its early stages. The werewolf gene protected the fetus but left him a sociopath, without the capacity to feel emotion or empathy for others.

Prentiss clears her throat to dispel the uncomfortable atmosphere and asks, “Did any of you know he was capable of this in school?” She looks around as the PACU team members shake their heads no.

Sitting beside Prentiss, Rossi declares, “What we need an answer to next is why he is targeting Harry and Draco specifically. Yes, there are similarities between Harry or Draco and the other victims but that cannot be the only coincidences. They are surrogates for you two.” He pointing to Harry and Draco. “He is screaming for your attention. So why?”

“As we’ve said before, we all did whatever was necessary to survive during the time we went to school. I'm not referring to school yard bullying. We grew up in a tumultuous time.” Neville answers. "That is using that term lightly. What that means specifically is that Harry was being hunted by a madman."

“But Harry wasn't the only one being threatened. Everyone was in danger: men, women and children." Fred says.

"It was killed or be killed," George adds.

"I cannot believe everything you are telling us right now." Rossi admits. "I understand death, but it sounds to me you are talking about genocide."

Prentiss adds, "One that the world wasn't even aware of." That is exactly what we are talking about. Severus and I risked our lives for our children by becoming spies, and yet we did not know what Riddle was up to,” Lucius says. He looks over at Severus, who is sitting beside him, “His trust in us must have been waning, otherwise, why would he keep secrets from us?”

Severus turns contemplative, “Other than Harry, his biggest fear was Dumbledore. In all probability, Riddle, like the paranoid bastard he was, simply desired to ensure no single follower knew all his plans and his secrets.”

“So what I'm hearing is that everything comes back to this Riddle, and apparently a war the rest of the world never heard about?” Aaron looks at all the PACU members before asking. “Are you certain he is dead?”

“Very,” Harry responds menacingly.

“Who killed him? Did you witness who killed him?” Morgan pushes, his brown eyes are hard like steel as he stares at Harry.

“Morgan!” Aaron scolds.

“No, Hotch. I like these guys, I do, but I’ve had enough. They have been hiding something from us for weeks. Talking in riddles, telling us half of the story." Derek looks at each of his friends and co-workers. They know he is saying exactly what they are all feeling and thinking. "All of us have felt it, don’t try to deny otherwise. I am through waiting. Tell us what you are hiding now!” He demands.

“You want to know what I am hiding?!” Harry yells. “You want to who killed Tom Riddle, Agent Morgan?” The harsh seriousness in his tone shocks the BAU team; since meeting Harry and his team, he has always had an easy-going demeanor. This is a different Harry.

“I did it. When I was seventeen, I killed the bastard. Want to know the reason why?"

He did not wait for an answer to the question and his family did not protest when he spoke up.

"He murdered my parents in cold blood when I was only eighteen months old.” Harry’s body started shaking with anger. “I sat in my crib and cried as I saw my mother fall by his hand; I learned about hate and anger that night, at just eighteen months old. For more than half my life, Riddle tormented me, while I was awake and in my dreams. His followers and anyone who listened and believed his bullshit went after my friends and what little family I had left. Not all of them survived the attacks. And, when the opportunity arose to kill him, you better fucking believe I did it! I made sure the bastard was dead and gone, never to return."

Harry pauses taking a breath, his eyes stay on Derek and is not aware he has the attention of the whole room. "And, you want to know something else Agent Morgan, I am not fucking sorry I did it. Profile and label me a sociopath or whatever the fuck you want.” A smile appears on Harry's face that does not reach his eyes and everyone feels a sudden chill in the room. "But I enjoyed watching him die for all the shit he put us through."

Harry does not wait to hear Morgan’s reply, nor does he say goodbye to Kingsley. Instead, he immediately stalks out of the conference room after dropping his bombshell. Harry knows he should control his anger, it's something he has struggled with his entire life. Morgan has a right to question their motives, but to be associated with Voldemort in any way leaves a horrible, bitter taste in his mouth. Harry pulls out his phone and dials the one person he knows will understand.

“I need you.”

“Where are you?” Comes the immediate reply.

Back in the conference room, Aaron is about to go after Harry when he is stopped at the door. “Don’t, let him be. He needs time to himself. Besides, he has a friend or two he talks to help him when he feels out of control.” He turns to see Draco staring at him as if he knows something is going on between him and Harry.

Wait, what friend? Who is Harry turning to when he needs to turn to me?

“Riddle is a sore subject for all of us, especially Harry,” Draco says. Then he turns to address the rest of the room. “I know it seems like we are not being truthful with you about this case. Nott killed in your backyard and we get that. But he also killed in ours. We all knew him as a child, have memories of him as a child, some of us grew up with him. But we grew apart the older we got. This case is very personal to us. That does not make us the bad guys."

"What Mr. Nott has grown into is a product of his environment." Severus adds. "His father was a violent man, followed a man who killed without mercy and incapable of compassion. Mr. Nott knows only violence. I shamefully admit that I missed this part while he was my student. But, I cannot stress enough that we lived in a dangerous time and there were other things that we missed."

The room is silent, all of them acknowledging that knowing the man that has perpetrated these awful crimes makes this case different for the PACU. They may be hiding information from them but none of the BAU truly doubts that the PACU wants to catch Theo Nott. Personal cases are always the most difficult and make the fire to solve the case that much more intense. And Harry's team wants Nott bad.

"New information comes to light each and every day and we are finding them out the same time as you all do." Blaise begins. "We have been searching for Nott for three fucking months. We want to stop Nott’s rampage just as much as you do. And if you think all we want is to give Nott a slap on the wrist, think again. The only way he is returning back to British soil is in a body bag. That bastard killed one of our dearest friends and her child all in the name of blood purity. And I get that we might be keeping things from you but believe us when we say it is not our intention. We have a higher power to answer to just as you do.”

"Only thing is ours tends to bite back a bit harsher than yours." Fred jokes, trying to dispel the intense feeling in the room, but no one chuckles or cracks a smile.

In the time Aaron has known the PACU members, he has never heard Draco or any of the other's speak with such vehemence or anger. They have always joked not taking things seriously, children doing an adult's job. Now looking at their faces, Aaron realizes that they are boys who experienced tragedies that forced them to grow up quickly. That type of thing changes people and what they have experienced has changed them, despite their sometimes juvenile seeming behavior, into men. Draco may be the more level-headed between him and Harry but this moment makes Aaron start to see why Draco and Harry are brothers. They both have a fire and solid strength inside them brought on by the harsh, violent world they were forced to endure growing up.

“Then tell us everything. Because like Morgan, I too, am certain you are hiding something,” Rossi urges in that calm, zen-like tone Aaron is so used to hearing from Dave as he is never one to yell.

Draco looks around the group to see all the other BAU team members nodding their heads. And Aaron notices that Spencer and Penelope are the only ones not nodding, which he finds suspicious.

Still on the phone, Kingsley states, “I’m fine with whatever you decide, Draco,” before hanging up.

“It might make things easier, I agree.” Fred and George say together.

“I’m with you, Drake,” Blaise adds in.

Neville, who is sitting beside Blaise, nods his head in agreement. “I agree with the others.”

Aaron watches as Draco turns to his father and Severus, who remain silent. Aaron concludes that Draco finds their silence to be a wordless expression that the decision is Draco and Harry’s. Draco pulls out his cell phone and presses the number one. “Get back here, it’s time to tell them everything.” Draco demands then hangs it up.

Everyone watches as Blaise gets up and begins to close the blinds; Aaron and the BAU team stare at each other wondering what the hell is about to happen. Neville stands and walks over to the door, placing his hands on it, whispering something before sitting back down. Within minutes, Harry walks in with a handsome redhead man following closely behind him. He has on a visitor’s badge, which means Harry was already in the building when Draco called him.

This must be the friend?

The room is silent, filled with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Everyone is staring at Harry, waiting for him to speak. Harry realizes after talking with Bill that Morgan and the rest of his team had every right to be suspicious. Because they are hiding things and the BAU team knows it, add in their connection with Nott and it is a wonder they haven’t been confronted before this.

Harry sometimes lets his emotions get the better of him. I guess even with Slytherin's blood coursing through my veins I will always be a hot blooded Gryffindor.

“It’s time we tell you the whole truth.” He says breaking the silence. “But, before we do that I need to apologize for my outburst,” Harry continues. “It was uncalled for.”

“I agree,” Severus replies. “It is a lesson long past due, that you need to learn, Harrison. You cannot continue to let your emotions, your anger and frustration dictate your reactions. ”

Harry looks down at the desk in front of him shamefully. Severus has been trying to teach him to control his emotions for years without success. Although Harry has less outbursts than he used to.

"I understand your passion to right the wrongs, but you cannot save everyone. And at times, not everyone needs saving. Think like a Slytherin and not a Gryffindor, it saves us all the trouble of worrying about you."

“Yes, Father,” he says, lifting his head to stare into his father’s onyx eyes.

"Hey, I take offense to that, Professor," Fred argues.

"Me too, I'm a well bred Gryff, thank you." George adds.

Neville and Blaise chuckle, while Draco and Lucius shake their heads.

Severus does not take his eyes off Harry, his look of concern makes Harry's head ache. He hates making his father worry about his well-being, worse are the unavoidable lectures that follow that always made Harry want to hide for days. Harry then shifts his gaze from his father to Morgan.

“You want the bloody-fucking truth?”

“That would be nice,” Morgan says crossing his muscled arms over his chest.

“What we want, no, make that need you guys to understand, there is a reason why we speak in riddles. This case is not a walk in the park; there are other elements involved." Harry lifts his head looking at the BAU members then specifically at Derek. "Do you believe in the supernatural or better yet, magic, Agent Morgan? In witches and wizards?” Harry watches as the questions sunk into their minds and the inevitable disbelief is clearly reflected on their faces. They probably think he is not playing with a full deck.

Furious, Morgan shoots back, “I’m not in the mood for your fucking pranks or jokes. Be serious. Do you not understand how dangerous Nott is and how much damage he can wreak?” He continues without waiting for an answer, “If you haven’t noticed there is a fucking killer on the loose. And a young woman, who from your angry response is a friend, has been kidnapped by the ruthless killer we are hunting. A woman that unless we find her in time will be raped and likely killed after she has his child. So stop with the fucking game and tell us the truth.”

Harry scowls at Morgan. The guy must really hate me or something.

Bill places a comforting hand on his shoulder, giving him a consoling and supporting squeeze.

“You got this,” Bill whispers in his ear quietly enough no one else can hear what he is saying.

Harry does not look in Aaron’s direction or he would have seen the mental daggers he aimed at Bill. “Block out the anger or your magic will react differently and could cause harm.” Harry knows Bill is right, lately his magic feels out of control and he has the strangest feeling it is somehow tied to Aaron. Harry closes his eyes and sees his wolf pacing and growling, wanting to strike and defend him against an unknown threat.

“You are going to have to show them,” Spencer says, causing Harry to open his eyes and look at the handsome genius. The wolf inside him snarls as if to say that is not your mate. “That is the only way they will believe you, just like Garcia and I do.”

Morgan turns to look at Spencer then to Penelope, looking betrayed. “You know what’s going on, Pretty Boy, Baby Girl?” He demands. “I cannot believe you two would keep something from us, your family, and your team!” Hurt fills his voice. Derek doesn’t have to voice how much it pains him that his Sub and his best friend kept the truth from him.

Penelope, bless her sweet heart, does not back down from Morgan's death glare as Harry now calls it. “Yes, they told us a few days ago. All I am asking is that you all listen with an open mind.”

“I agree with Garcia,” Spencer says, pointedly avoiding Derek’s eyes.

I should not have asked him to promise to keep our secret. Harry understands more than anyone what an important component trust is in a relationship, especially the type of relationship both he and Spencer are involved in. Since walking back into the room, he has yet to look in Aaron's direction. Harry has lied in omission to Aaron just as Spencer has to Derek. I just hope I haven’t destroyed Spencer and Morgan’s relationship or my own. I can be a complete idiot sometimes jump first ask questions later...

“I was skeptical until they showed us some of what they can do.” Spencer continues.

Harry and Bill meet eyes. Bill shrugs his shoulders at the plan he sees in Harry’s eyes. It will be dramatic and a bit painful but hard to deny. Harry closes his eyes and tries to relax. Before anyone can react, Bill slams his fist into Harry’s face, snapping his head back with the force.

“Son of bitch! Did you have to hit me so hard?” Harry exclaims.

Aaron stands in shock for a second before he lunges forward at Bill. The only thing holding him back from attacking the man is Draco and Lucius. “What the fuck are you doing?” He doesn’t like the sight of his Sub’s blood trailing out of his broken nose, it infuriates him and he want to kill the redhead for hurting his lover.

“Calm down and watch,” Bill says with a roll of his eyes. He pulls out his wand, grips Harry’s cheeks and points his wand to his nose. “Episkey.”

Harry’s broken nose heals before all their eyes. Several gasps are heard at the unbelievable sight.

Bill raises an eyebrow and declares, “There you go, you big baby. You can quit complaining, you’ve had much worse.”

Draco reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small vial, giving it to Harry, who uncaps it and drinks the contents quickly, sighing in utter relief.

"Remember payback is a bitch," Harry says to Bill, touching the sides of his nose.

"I welcome it, Pup." Bill smiles brightly knowing their prank war has just begun.

"Can we join in?" The twins beg together.

"No!" Draco, Harry and Bill shout at the same time.

"Awe," The twins pout.

Spencer and Penelope are the only BAU members that aren’t staring in disbelief at what just happened. “That was really cool!” Penelope gushes.

Severus shakes his head, “Was that truly necessary, Harrison? Neither of you could use your brains to come up with a less painful plan? Imbeciles. A levitation charm would have been equally as effective.”

“They needed proof,” Blaise says offhandedly.

“Bunch of dunderheads,” Severus declares.

Emily is speechless, wondering if she actually saw what she thought she saw.

“Okay, I wasn’t the only one that saw that, right? Because my brain says that is impossible,” JJ suggests. "What the hell did I just see?"

“Yeah, I definitely saw that too,” Rossi touches his own nose, remembering the sight of Harry’s nose being fixed by genuine magic.

"If we did not say before, let me say it now. There is a world that exists, some call it paranormal. But we are wizards, magic welding, wand twirling powerful wizards" Neville answers.

Prentiss asks with a disbelieving giggle, "When you say paranormals do you mean aliens, little green men?"

Derek rejects what he saw and refuses to listen to anymore gibberish. “I don’t know how you did that but it’s a trick. Magic is not real. The paranormal, magic, witches and wizards, all of it is fake. A lie. A trick!”

It's clear that Morgan will be the most difficult to convince, the others are doubtful and distrusting but at least willing to listen. Morgan, however, is simply furious.

“And you are telling me that what just happened is magic?” Rossi asks, his tone full of skepticism, despite what he saw. “That it exists and whatever you did was real magic.” A thought sparks in his mind, “Are you saying there is something supernatural about this case?”

Before anyone can answer, JJ interrupts, rambling, “If magic and the supernatural are real and people can do what you just did and more, how is it that we don’t know anything about them? How is it possible to hide something like that?”

“To answer your question, Agent—?” Lucius begins.

“Jareau, JJ for short,” she says with a smile.

“JJ, it is.” He smiles back. “Think back to your history books, of the many times men and women were accused of doing things out of the ordinary, women hung for being temptresses and healing without medicine.” Realization dawns on her face and on that of the rest of the group.

The Witch trials. Seems to be the collective thought.

“If you are all thinking of the Salem Witch trials, then you are correct. True witches were not the only ones accused and hanged for witchcraft." Lucius continues. "Muggles or non-magic folks, were also falsely accused and hanged despite their innocence. We hid our existence for that exact reason and many more. We got tired of our people dying in droves because of m—”

“Mass hysteria, and ignorance.” Finishes Prentiss.

“Yes, from conversations with my sons about Dr. Reid’s intellect, I’m quite sure he can cite instances besides the witch trials where innocents have been wrongly accused of being something they are not.” Severus adds to the conversation. “We keep who and what we are from the muggle world to protect us and to prevent another incident of mass hysteria that results in the murdering of masses of innocent people. We have enough problems with people killing each other, revealing magic to muggles only puts our world at greater risk. Muggles are a threat to us, just as they would see us as a threat. Our world could decline if the world knew our secret.”

Neville supposes, “What if I told you that two brothers here in America continually battle with the evils that plague this world? Demons, spirits and monsters, not twisted human beings but true monsters that hide in the shadows. Or the two angels of your God that stand with the brothers?”

“The fabled Grimm brothers, or rather distant cousins, that battle the evils of Portland? With their mates, they keep the city safe from supernatural creatures,” Draco adds. “They fight evil, the same as we do. They just do it from the shadows.” Draco’s gaze travels over the faces of the BAU members. “The world is not black and white. We fight evil everyday, just in a different form. Magic or no, supernatural creature or human evil, it is all the same. We fight evil and so do you.”

Morgan scoffs, countering, “You cannot expect us to believe that bull. Brothers fighting evil with two of God’s angels? Cousins fighting evil in Portland? Demons, spirits, monsters, and supernatural creatures? You are completely out of your mind. I don’t believe a word you are saying. Adding more lies to the ones you’ve already told us is making things worse.” Morgan shakes his head in disbelief, refusing to believe a word any of them says. “We have had our share of delusional UnSubs, including one that thought he was Jesus Christ reborn. You have to realize you sound as crazy as they are.”

Before Harry can counter with a response, Lucius stops him. “We are aware of how this may sound to you but I can assure you, Agent Morgan, neither the Winchester brothers nor Castiel and Gabriel nor the cousins Grimm are a figment of our imagination. They are quite irritating but very real. They’ve saved this world on more than one occasion from things far worse than anything you could possibly imagine in your nightmares. And they do it knowing that it may cost them their own lives and the lives of their families. So excuse me if everything is not cut in black and white enough for you to comprehend.” Lucius stops speaking, his anger at the cusp of exploding at trying to make Morgan see reason. He looks around the room and realizes that the muggles will need time to let the all the information sink in. “Why don’t we take a break from the case for the rest of the day and conduct this conversation elsewhere?”

“I agree with Lucius. Why don't we all gather at our house at six for dinner? We can continue this conversation then. Bring your families as well. The atmosphere will be more relaxed. You will be able to ask all the questions you want and we promise to answer them truthfully.” Severus suggests then stops to adjust the silver cufflinks on his black dress shirt. “I can assure you that we mean you no harm, you and your families will be safe. I would never risk putting my grandson in danger.”

Morgan opens his mouth to protest when Aaron jumps in, who has been silent throughout the majority of the conversation. “I think that is a excellent idea.” Harry can hear the anger and hurt in his voice. He can only hope that Aaron will listen with an open mind and not close him out. With all he just heard plus his father mentioned the word grandson, Harry wonders what Aaron is more angry about. The existence of magic or the fact that he has a son?

“We have other cases to work on and I have reports to complete. I will see you at six.” Aaron walks out of the conference room without looking in Harry’s direction.

The rest of the BAU team members follow behind him, leaving Harry and his team alone.“How do you think it will go tonight?” Neville asks.

Harry shrugs his shoulders despondently. His mind is consumed with fear and anger that he’s lost Aaron, his Dom, his soul mate.

“I hope we did not get Spencer and Penelope in trouble. Did you see the way his lover looked at him?” Neville asks.

Harry did, it is the same look Aaron had on his face when he walked out of the conference room. The trust Aaron and I started to build was shattered in a blink of an eye. Imagine what it did for Spencer and Morgan. Nothing I can do to change that now.

“Well, there is nothing we can do at the moment,” Harry says out loud. “Neville bring the BAU up to speed, once everything looks as if it’s calmed down. This way they won’t think we are keeping any more secrets from them.” Neville nods his head and walks out of the conference room.

“Hey Pup, I’m going to take off,” Bill tells him.

Harry nods his head, “Yeah, let me walk you out.”

Bill turns and looks at his brothers, “I hope you two are staying out of trouble. And no pranking the new kids for being mean before they even hear us out.”

The twins innocently put their hands on their chests, “Why big brother give us some credit.” Bill glares at the twins, “We wouldn’t dare traumatize the new kids...at least not yet.” They speak simultaneously with a mischievous smile that undermines their innocent gesture.

Bill rolls his eyes, “For some strange reason I don’t believe you.” Bill points at them and shaking his head. “Just don’t leave any visible scars,” he says and walks out of the conference room with Harry to the elevators.

Bill stops Harry from walking away as he waits for the elevator, “Listen to me, if he does not take the time to hear you out, he is not worth it.” Harry nods his head as he feels tears threaten to fall down his cheeks.

Bill pulls him into a hug after kissing him on the forehead, and then his nose. Harry opens his eyes and looks through the glass doors over Bill's shoulders to the bullpen to see Aaron standing at the door by his office glaring at them. Harry can feel the fury radiating off Aaron, even from this distance.

Bill pulls away from their hug and cups his cheeks, drawing Harry’s attention away from Aaron, “Remember what I said, he is not deserving of your love and affection if he does not take the time to listen. I’m here for you.” Harry closes his eyes to stop tears from falling, then quickly nods his head before opening his eyes.

Bill lets him go and steps onto the elevator, “Hey, do me a favor, set me up with the busty blonde.”

Harry chuckles, he knew Bill would notice Penelope, how could he not? She is just his type. When the elevator doors close, Harry peeks back to see if Aaron is still watching but finds the spot he was standing in empty.

Tonight, I might lose the first and only man I have ever started to fall in love with.
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