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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

Chapter List
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Thoughts
*****Short POV change

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“I cannot believe you kept something like this from me,” Derek accuses harshly. “We promised we wouldn’t lie to each other, did we not?” Derek asks.
Spencer flinches at the dark, dangerous tone and the truth of his words. He ducks his head, deeply ashamed at breaking the vow he made to his Dom. “I’m sorry, Sir. I had no choice. I made a magical vow not to tell. They said that if I told you, I could be hurt, maybe even die.”
“You lied to me, Pretty Boy. You broke your word. Kept secrets from me,” Derek growls.
Spencer bites his lip to suppress the submissive whine that is bubbling up. He wants more than anything to sink to his knees and beg for his Dom’s forgiveness. Looking up with pleading eyes, Spencer begs, “Please, Sir. I had no choice. It hurt me to keep this from you. I wanted more than anything to tell you everything.”
Derek can see how miserable Spencer is and knows he is regretful. Spencer isn’t lying to him. His Sub truly believes that he would be harmed had he told him. “Do you believe them?”
“Yes,” Spencer answers simply.
Derek sighs. Spencer isn’t gullible. He’s a logical thinker. If they convinced Spencer that magic is real, then they are either incredibly talented frauds, and considering how skilled Spencer is at reading body language Derek finds that unlikely, or they are legit. “Magic,” Derek says in disbelief.
Spencer smiles minutely, “Real magic.” Even though he knew about magic days before the rest of the team, he still gets excited about seeing it done right before his eyes.
“You saw them do magic?”
“Yes. It was...unbelievable but undeniable.”
Derek harrumphs. He still isn’t happy that Spencer lied to him but it seems his Sub had his reasons. Derek reaches out and pulls Spencer to him. His Sub snuggles into him gratefully, letting Derek’s touch comfort him. Derek pets his hair, leaning close until his mouth is at Spencer’s ear. “I understand why you kept this from me.”
Spencer’s hands tighten around Derek’s back.
“But that doesn’t mean you are forgiven, Pretty Boy.”
Spencer answers quietly, “I understand, Sir.”
“You will have to earn my forgiveness, won’t you?”
Spencer answers eagerly, “Yes, Sir.” He knows when they get home his punishment will begin. What that will be, Spencer doesn’t know. Derek won’t tell him, his Dom loves to let his mind go wild with the possibilities. It is part of the punishment, using Spencer’s mind against himself. By the time they get home, Spencer will have thought of countless more punishments than an average mind could.
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JJ knocks on Aaron’s door, he looks up quickly and calls her in. “What can I do for you, JJ?”
She closes the door before taking a seat facing his desk. “What do you think?”
“About what?” Aaron pretends to focus on the file in front of him.
“Do you believe them?” She asks him but continues without waiting for a response. “Because I have to tell you, I honestly, don’t know what to think.”
Aaron remains silent before looking up at JJ, “The only thing we can do is listen to what they have to say.” He shrugs his shoulders, pretending that none of this is bothering him in the least. His mouth feels like it is filled with sand, and he does not believe a word he just spoke. He feels betrayed by Harry. Seeing him in the arms of another man only twisted the knife deeper into his heart. Aaron does not like the comfortable manner the other man touched what belongs to him. He could not stop the jealousy he felt seeing them so close, despite the redhead having the same complexion and hair color as the twins. Harry is his and no one else's. The entire time in the conference room Aaron watched their interaction. It hurt to see Harry calm from his comforting touch. Aaron’s dominant nature wanted to grab Harry from the man's arms and scream mine while the logical side of him held back.The thought of losing Harry after they have been together for such a short time.
Am I not enough? Am I not good for Harry to love? Shit! It’s too late, I’ve already fallen in love him.  Aaron hates doubting himself, but now he wonders what will happen between him and Harry. He has never encountered anything of this magnitude, actually contemplating that magic is real. I must be going crazy.
“Are you going to bring Jack to the dinner?” JJ asks. Aaron does not respond to her question, he continues to stare at her, his mind is filled with thoughts of what to say to Jack when he finally introduces him to Harry. He can’t put it off any longer, not when he knows he’s in love with Harry and contemplating a future with him. “I’m considering bringing Henry and Will. I believe Lucius when he said our family members will not be harmed.” She continues unaware of Aaron’s inner turmoil. “Despite how we may be feeling at the moment, my gut tells me they are trustworthy.”
“I do too,” Aaron agrees, finally speaking up. “I believe that he is genuine in his promise not to hurt our families. And, that is not the profiler in me talking, it’s simply the father in me. I would never even think of bringing Jack if I thought otherwise.”
“Okay then, I trust your judgment and mine and will bring Henry and Will along,” she says and pauses before looking down at her lap then up at Aaron again.
“Is there something else?” Aaron asks. She opens her mouth to say something then stops herself and shakes her head. “What is JJ?” he prods.
“Do you believe that they can do magic, real magic?” JJ asks hesitantly. She never in a million years thought she would be even considering that magic, true magic, exists. It is absolutely mind boggling and JJ is having a difficult time wrapping her mind around it.
Aaron sighs. He is a logical man and cannot believe that he is seriously contemplating the possibility of real magic in the world. But then somehow they managed to convince the most logical person he knows, Spencer Reid. “I don’t know. But if magic does exist, then we don’t know half the shit we thought we did about this case.”
If Harry and his team are telling the truth, and Aaron fears they are, then they are going to have to rethink this case and possibly a few more. If magic is real, then his team may have sent an innocent man to prison and allowed the guilty one to continue to hunt and kill. If magic is real, then after this case, Aaron and his team will have to reevaluate the case and determine if they made a mistake. If they have, he’ll do everything he can to fix it. Perhaps Harry and his team could help him with the proof. They know more about magic and its laws than the BAU does.
JJ gets up to leave and Aaron stops her. “Strauss hears nothing about this until we know the whole truth. Strauss would use this to her advantage to advance her career without considering the consequences and in the end, lives would be left damaged beyond repair. Make sure everyone else knows.” JJ nods her head then walks out of his office, leaving him alone to think. Secrets and lies can hurt a relationship. Harry kept a part of himself from Aaron, but he wants to protect his Sub, especially from his boss. Aaron wants to understand what could have caused Harry to kill a man at the age of seventeen. Aaron feels they were only given a small portion of the havoc and devastation that Tom Riddle caused.
Have I fallen in love with a cold-blooded killer? Could I have missed the signs? Is my Harry a sociopath? Aaron feels immediately guilty for even considering that but he can’t rid himself of a tiny sliver of doubt. Stop being hypocritical and judgmental, he scolds himself mentally. I killed Foyet, not because of all the horrible things he did but because he killed Haley and placed the seed of fear in Jack's heart.
Aaron leans forward and rests his elbows on his desk. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. How the hell did my day turn out so fucked up and it’s only the afternoon? Aaron woke up excited at the prospect of seeing his Submissive, possibly fucking his brains out across his desk, making him scream but not cum. And now he has conflicted feelings about Harry and unsure of how he should feel. Aaron pushed his chair back, standing and walking over to the window that faces the bullpen. He watches Harry talk to his guys, Aaron can see the difference in his body language and can only guess at what his little minx is thinking. At times, Harry reminded Aaron of a sly snake, the way he is able to slither away from one question to the next without answering them.
Harry has definitely slithered his way into my heart and sunk his fangs into the depths of it like that of a snake. Maybe I should call him my little snakelet. How can I trust Harry? How are we supposed to have a meaningful relationship if he is keeping secrets from me?
Aaron turns back and walks over to his desk, and tries to focus on the paperwork he was working on earlier, however, it is a failed attempt. Aaron looks at the picture of Jack on his desk. Maybe the best thing is to bring Jack tonight. He can act as a buffer between Harry and me.
The one thing Aaron won’t admit, even to himself, is the real reason he wants to bring Jack: that he really wants Jack to meet Harry. It is something he thought about while he was away. His anger at Harry only hides his true desires. Deep down, Aaron wants Jack to like Harry because he does. And because he wants Harry in his life, in their lives, despite the lies he’s told. But Aaron is terrified. He’s afraid of losing Harry and the hope of a future with him. Aaron desperately wants a future with Harry and Jack. He hasn’t let himself feel any type of hope since Haley died. In the past, Aaron allowed no one past the walls he built around his heart. But Harry walked right through them like they weren’t there, like magic. Aaron fears getting his heart broken and being alone for the rest of his life. He thinks about Harry’s secrets and his fear grows stronger. Harry has hidden parts of his life from him, significant parts of who he is.
Can I trust him with my heart? With Jack? Would Jack be safe with him? What other secrets is he hiding? Will we continue to be pulled further apart by his secrets?
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Down in the bullpen, Prentiss and Rossi begin to discuss everything that happened in the conference room. Emily has always thought of herself as a progressive thinker, open to the possibilities of all the things she can’t answer or explain. Like does God really exist or why are there so many different shades of blue? But it never occurred to her that magic could possibly be real.
If magic is real, could I have witnessed it without realizing? What do I call them, warlock or would they be offended if I called them magicians? It’s all too mind boggling that I am even thinking about shit like this.
Emily looks at Dave and wonders if he was thinking along the same thing. “Do you believe everything that just happened in there?” Emily blurts out.
Dave shrugs his shoulder and asks, “What are you really asking, Emily?”
“I am asking if you believe or at the very least are open to believing in the existence of true magic or even the supernatural. We were all taught in school about the Salem Witch trials and how horrible it was. Innocent people were killed because they were suspected of being witches. And Harry and his group just admitted that they can do magic, think about it Dave, they have been here all along. I have to say it is a lot to take in all at once.” She points out.
Dave nods his head in agreement but does not add anything, trying to process his own thoughts about the matter.
“We have seen a lot of weird shit on this job, things that make you question even the simplest aspects of your everyday life. I realize that in order to do the job we do, you need a thick skin and an open mind. But I am not sure what the hell to believe right now.” Emily rattles off. “I know Draco says they want to put an end to Nott. But could this be their way of throwing up a smoke screen to aid Nott in his mission, whatever that may be?”
“I will agree with you, Emily,” Dave begins. “Some of the shit, as you so eloquently put it, that we have encountered does make me question my sanity more times than I can count on one hand. But the belief in the supernatural was never one of them. It is hard to comprehend that all our lives we have been lead to believe that we are the only ones fighting for the greater good. Leaves me wondering how we could have been that naive.” Dave tells her. “When I was a child and I visited my nonna in Italy, she used to tell me about La Befana. The witch delivers presents to all the good little girls and boys in early January every year. To me that was a child’s tale, just folklore, not something to be taken seriously. The same way I view the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus. Now I’m supposed to believe that Angels and Demons, and the brothers Grimm are not fairy tales, but now I am supposed to believe that they are real people out there fighting and keeping our nightmares at bay.”
Dave shakes his head, his mind filled with questions and uncertainty. He wonders if the things he has believed in all his life were all based on lies and misconceptions. But he could not deny what he saw earlier.
The redhead healed Harry’s nose instantly, as if it never happened! Damn, was that a freaky and unbelievable sight!
“I think other than showing us who they are and what else they can do will either make us a believer or them a liar.” Dave tells her. “But what I know is that they are determined to catch Nott before he kills anyone else, they hate him as much as he hates himself. I watched their body language and heard their loathing of the guy in their voices. They want him stopped. One way or another, Nott will draw his last breath when they finally catch up to him.”
Emily couldn’t respond to that statement, there was nothing she could say. Instead, she asked, “Want to be my plus one for tonight?”
(1)“Sarebbe un piacere, Bella.” He says, taking her hand kissing it.
Emily giggles at the kiss and the sensual sounding Italian words. No wonder he’s had three ex-wives, he can charm the panties off even the most frigid woman. “I wonder what other surprises are in store for us tonight?” Then her brows crease together. “Any idea who the handsome redhead that showed up with Harry was?”
Rossi shrugs his shoulders. “He could be related to the twins, the hair colors match. As for the surprises, we will just have to wait and see.” Dave looks over to the conference room and spies Harry standing at the whiteboard. Dave shakes his head, for such a young man he appears to carry the whole world on his shoulders. He studies Harry a bit more and observes him gently touching his lips and then quickly turn to stare out of the window. It seems as if Harry is worried about something. Maybe the meeting tonight? Then Dave follows Harry’s gaze and notices that he is staring at Aaron’s office.
“Well, that’s interesting,” Dave says, not realizing he voiced his thoughts out loud.
“What’s interesting?” Emily asks.
Dave snaps his head around to face Emily. “I don’t know, I get the feeling that this whole magic thing is distracting us from seeing a bigger picture. There’s more going on behind the scenes than the PACU hiding the truth about magic.”
Dave watches as a confused expression passes over Emily’s face. “I’m not following.” She tells him.
“The other day, Morgan said Aaron was acting strange; he also mentioned a text he received that made him smile. When do you know Aaron to smile, on a case no less?”
Emily thinks about it and is surprised. “Almost never. Aaron rarely smiles during a case. If he does, it’s a sympathetic one for the victim or the victim’s family. He never smiles genuinely on the job.” Her suspicious, profiler brain starts firing. “He sure was acting strangely when Savannah flirted with him. Aaron was oddly distracted during that case. The only time I have ever seen Aaron that distracted was during the whole mess with Haley.”
Dave looks back at Harry who is still staring at Aaron’s office, biting on his bottom lip and running his hands roughly through his hair as if thinking very hard about something. As if making up his mind, Harry walked out of the conference room, striding through the bullpen with determined steps up the stairs and stopped in front of Aaron’s office door.
What the hell is that all about? Wonders Dave.
“Dave?” Emily asks, eying the strange expression on Dave’s face.
“If I didn’t know any better…” Dave starts to say then stops, shaking his head.
Emily follows his gaze but sees nothing that would tell her what he is thinking. “If you didn’t know any better about what?” Emily asks eagerly. Dave knows something or at least suspects and she wants to know what it is.
“What I’m thinking can’t be real, I mean this is Aaron I am talking about here.” Dave speculates.
“Dammit, Dave, if you don’t tell me what you are thinking.” Emily mutters in an urgent stage whisper, looking around to make sure no one is paying them any attention.
“I think there is something going on between Harry and Aaron.” Dave tells her.
Emily stares at Dave in shock for a few seconds and then throws her head back, laughing out loud. The entire bullpen stops what they are doing and look at her in shock. Emily ignores them and laughs until tears run down her cheeks and her stomach starts to hurt from laughter.
Her laughter quiets down to a giggle as she looks at Dave, “Tell me you’re joking?” she asks through a giggle that dies down the second she realizes he is being serious. “Dave, tell me you’re not serious here, this is Aaron we are talking about? He was married for god sake?” She whispers, careful not to let anyone hear her but Dave.
“I don’t know if I am right. But my spidey senses are tingling. Look, I’ve known Aaron for a long time, since he started at the BAU. He’s a closed off guy, who keeps things close to the vest. None of us know all his secrets, not even me. And it’s not like we have not seen a straight guy fall for another guy. Morgan was a ladies man before he and Spencer acknowledged their feelings for each. Why couldn’t it happen again to another man, like Aaron?”
Emily sits in her chair stumped at what Dave is implying. Aaron gay? “I just don’t see it, Dave.” He’s crazy to even consider Aaron being gay. She can’t picture her straitlaced boss having a secret affair with a male, work colleague.
“Hey, I’m only speculating, I could be reading into something that is not there. But would it change your views of Aaron if he was?”
“That’s a dumbass question, of course, I wouldn’t look at him any different. The misconception of what a gay man looks or supposed to sound like went out the window when Morgan and Spencer got together.” Dave nods his head. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“That you’re not going to gay on me too, as well.”
Dave smirks. “You never know, Em. I think I’d look great in rainbow colors.”
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Harry needs to speak with Aaron, yet he does not know what to say to him. He revealed a little of his true self today. It still hurts sometimes to talk about the loss of his parents; only getting to know them through pensives and others, learning how great they were and never being able to meet or get to know them continues to be painful. He is constantly trying to not live in all of his parents’ perfect shadows, Severus and Lucius included. It is frustrating when all he wants is to be Harry, not Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, or the new moniker the Defender of the Dark.
Why is it hard for people to understand that I want to fall in love like everyone else?  Harry turns his gaze away from from the whiteboard and looks at across the bullpen to Aaron’s office. His door is closed and Harry wonders what could be going through his lover’s mind. Did I ruin everything by not telling him about being a wizard?  Harry cannot think like that, he really hopes that Aaron will understand that he had his reasons his need to protect his family and the entire Wizarding World.
While his team is busy working, he slips out of the conference room in search for Aaron. Harry had planned on telling Aaron about him being a wizard, but he had wanted to wait for the perfect moment, like when the case was over and they no longer have that hanging over their heads or relationship. Unfortunately, his secret was forced to the forefront and now he has to deal with the fallout. Aaron is angry that he kept the truth from him and Harry can’t blame him for that. But his Dom hasn’t been fully truthful either. They both kept secrets and both are hurt from it. Harry fears what will happen next. He hopes Aaron will listen but all he can do it try.
What if Aaron doesn’t listen? What if he won’t forgive me? Can we survive this?
Harry tries to push those thoughts away. If Aaron cares as much as Harry does, then maybe they can get through this together. He walks up to his Dom’s door, his hand shaking as he knocks. “Come in.” Harry walks in and closes the door behind him. To hide his fear, Harry, his hands behind his back and stood in the resting position hoping that his Dom would see his submission.
“Sir, I think we need to talk,” Harry whispers.
Aaron does not look up from his paperwork, ignoring Harry completely. To hide his fear and pain, he projects a cold and remote front, one he uses often with UnSubs. Aaron won’t let Harry see how affected he is by his Sub’s omission. He frantically tries to build an impenetrable wall around his heart to protect himself, even if it means he’s alone.
“Is this about the Nott case?” Harry does not answer. “Because if it isn’t, I really need to get back to work.” Aaron points to the mountain of files on the left side of his desk. “My team and I have other cases that need our attention, these are not here for decoration,” he says in a biting tone.
“Why are you being such a bastard?” Harry yelled losing his submission for a second. He takes in a deep breath to regain his composure. This is not his aim; he wants Aaron to listen to him and understand why he did not reveal everything the minute they met. “Aaron, please, you have to let me explain,” Harry begs.
Aaron finally looks up as he points out, “Isn’t that what tonight's dinner will be about?”
“Yes, but-” Harry begins.
“Then there is nothing more to say, is there? I will wait to hear what is said tonight with the others, there’s no reason I should get special treatment.” He says, raising an eyebrow. Now if you'll please excuse me, I need to finish this up so that I can make it to dinner on time.”
Harry drops his submissive stance and walks closer to Aaron’s desk standing in front of his desk. He is furious for the first time since they started seeing each other and does not hold back in unleashing the way he feels. “Every night since we have been together, you leave me to go home to Merlin knows who because you have to. Not once have I ever questioned you.” He shouts at Aaron, who is shocked by Harry’s anger. “For all I know, you have a pretty little wife and a boat load of children waiting for their daddy to come home and tuck them in. And I’m just your sweet piece of ass on the side.” Harry spits out the words with venom, then run his hands through his hair trying to reign in his emotions. “Look, Aaron, I understand we will have secrets. With our jobs and the lifestyle we live, there will always be things we cannot share with each other right away. And this was one of them. How can I tell you my deepest, darkest secret when we haven’t yet defined exactly what we mean to each other.” Harry whispers finally calming down.
He moves to the side of Aaron's desk, tempted to drop to his knees but Harry fights the impulse. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way. There were so many nights I wanted to tell you but…” The words ‘I needed to make sure I could trust you’ are left unsaid.
“I know it feels as if I have lied to you but I have not. It wasn’t just my secret to tell. It’s difficult us to open up to others about what we can do. It could risk our entire existence.” Harry prays that Aaron will stop him from saying anything else and tell him that he understands or pull him into a kiss him with the same passion and urgency as they did earlier in the conference room. To Harry’s disappointment, Aaron does not move and continues to ignore him, his eyes trained on the spot he was standing in just moments before.
Harry sees exactly what he hoped he would never have to see on Aaron’s face: disgust and betrayal. “I thought you would be different.” Emotions build inside of him. “I thought I finally found someone who would understand me. I was starting to trust you! I gave you a part of me that I have never given to anyone else, despite the expertise of my past Doms, who craved it for years. My submission is not free, Aaron, and neither is my heart. Gods, if you only knew how much I’m fa—,” Harry stops before he reveals too much. “It was never a lie, you had me from the first night we met, I hope you realize just how much before it’s too late.”
Aaron says nothing after Harry finishes his speech, simply turning his attention back to his paperwork as Harry turns and walks to the door. Harry hesitates, hoping that Aaron will stop him but the other man does not. Harry walks out of Aaron’s office and continues out of the FBI building. He knows the best way to relieve his anger and pent up frustration. He only hopes Aaron will see his efforts and forgive him for not telling him about being a wizard. Aaron’s not blameless in this either but Harry seems to be the only one willing to forgive.
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Aaron watches Harry walk out of his office. Everything in him is screaming at him to stop his lover, but his pride holds him back. I’m a fucking idiot! Aaron knows it but can’t gather the courage to fix this. It hurts that Harry did not feel comfortable telling him everything about himself. I’m Harry’s Dom, it is my responsibility to take care of him but I can’t do that if I don’t know the real Harry. Aaron is jealous of Harry’s friends, who have Harry’s complete trust and know Harry more fully than he does, and he hates that.
Aaron realizes that he is not being the Dominant that Harry needs right now, instead, he acted cold, and resorted to being a judgmental ass. Aaron clenches his hand into a fist, anger boiling in his gut when he thinks about the closeness between Harry and the redhead. Too fucking close in my opinion. It is like a knife in the heart that his Sub sought out someone else’s comfort over his. Who apparently is able to get to him in a matter of minutes.  Not that he can blame Harry; Aaron’s rejection and attitude certainly have not helped. He has no one to blame but himself. Aaron admits to himself that he pushed Harry away the minute he realized his Sub was not perfect.
I’m so fucked! I’m in love with Harry and instead of confronting him about his secrets, I definitely pushed him away. Probably further into the hands of that fucking redhead, who seemed more than happy to take my place.
Aaron knows he’s being unfair. Harry isn’t the only one keeping secrets, he is too. He has deliberately kept Jack a secret from Harry. Aaron’s heart bleeds as Harry’s words echo in his mind. “For all I know, you have a pretty little wife and a boat load of children waiting for their daddy to come home and tuck them in. And I’m just your sweet piece of ass on the side.” Omitting the truth from Harry has led his Sub to believe he is nothing but a fuck on the side. It’s Aaron’s fault that Harry doubts his commitment to their relationship. Harry’s submission is a gift to be cherished and his foolish behavior has thrown that precious gift back in Harry’s face. He can only pray that Harry will forgive him, despite not deserving it.
Aaron feels like he is drowning in secrets, not only from Harry but his team and Jack. His team's reaction to magic, if it is even real, will determine when and how he and Harry will reveal their relationship to everyone.
That is if we are still in a relationship after the way I rejected him. I threw his submission back in his face by not taking the time to listen.
No man or woman has ever had Aaron questioned his ability as a Dominant, not even Haley. He has always been confident, an Alpha and a Dominant. He is always sure about what and who he wants. Even when he and Haley grew apart, she respected his position as the Alpha of the family. If only I could have saved her. But her willing sacrifice helped save Jack and I’ll always love her because of that.
Dominants are not supposed to have flaws or be anything less than confident at all times. Their Submissive shouldn’t make them question themselves on their decisions. But Harry does. Aaron wants so much from Harry. He craves seeing Harry wearing his collar proudly, for everyone to realize who he belongs to. Aaron’s desires to live a BDSM lifestyle twenty-four-seven pulls at him each time he and Harry meet. To have his Submissive respond to his every command, to care for him and his home while he is working. And when he returns him to have his Sub kneeling and waiting to nurture and care for him. To come home to his Sub and their children. Aaron can see them raising Jack together, the image almost painfully clear. Aaron wants to be the sole provider but knows Harry loves his job. He won’t ask Harry to quit for his own selfish reasons. Maybe one day Harry will be happy to stay home but until that happens, Aaron will be content simply being with Harry. Aaron just wants Harry in his life.
But now I have fucked up my chances to have the life that I crave so badly, the one I want with no one else but Harry.
He is in control of their relationship, on the surface at least. He knows that he is the Dominant in and outside of the bedroom, even if Harry holds the ultimate power. Harry can stop everything with a single word. But right this minute, Aaron has no fucking clue what to do . Harry challenges him in the way no one else has before and it has sent him reeling.
Maybe coming out of the closet to your friends and everyone else will be a good start.
Aaron has never thought about telling anyone he is bisexual, he never expected to find love again. What he feels for Harry has overwhelmed him and it’s overridden his common sense. Suddenly, he gets up from his desk and rushes to his door. Hoping to repair the damage he caused, Aaron opens it and looks out into the bullpen, hoping to see Harry. When he sees everyone from his team talking with each other, he discreetly goes to the conference room where the PACU is set up in hopes of seeing his Sub there. But is disappointed when all he sees is Draco and the rest of the PACU team but not Harry.
I’m so fucked!
Aaron realizes that the only thing he can do is hope that tonight he will have an opportunity to fix his mistake. And prove to Harry that Aaron willingly accepts his Submission and heart. He prays he is not too late.
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Penelope knew it was only a matter of time before they cornered her. “I’m sorry guys. I promised them I would not tell anyone until they were ready to talk about it.”
“But we are a team, Pen,” JJ says to her.
Emily squints her eyes at Penelope suspiciously, “What do they have on you? Or did they bribe you? Because I know nothing but a decree from the Cybergods would convince you keep a secret from us.”
“Cybergods, really?” JJ says to Emily, rolling her eyes at the ridiculous name.
Emily shrugs her shoulders, and looks at JJ, “It’s the best I could come up with on short notice.” She turns a gaze back to Penelope. “So, is it real?”
“What? Magic or the Cybergods?” Garcia asks.
“Magic!” Both women answer together, sounding exasperated.
“Yes, Spencer and I saw them perform magic. He didn’t believe them, so Blaise did some freaky shit with a stick,” Garcia explains, excitement bubbling inside of her. “You saw the hot redhead fix Harry’s nose instantly with your own eyes. Logically you might not believe what you saw, but magic is real.” She tells them, then looks at her two coworkers who are more like her sisters. “And, I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you guys, honest. They asked me to promise not to say anything. I think one of them called it a vow.”
“That’s all they had to do? Ask nicely.” JJ asks Garcia. “Nothing was forced?”
“Yup,” Garcia says with a smile. “Besides, they are kind of cute.”
“Wait, let’s go back to the freaky shit and the stick thing. What was it and what did it look like?” Emily asks.
Penelope’s brows crease together. “I’m not sure how to explain it. Harry said some word and Spencer’s messenger bag was suddenly in his hand. And Draco made a pencil stand midair. It was not as dramatic as what we saw today. And the stick looked different. Besides, I lost track of things until they mentioned that Draco could get pregnant—”
“Wait!” JJ stops her. “Did you say that Draco can get pregnant? But he’s a man?”
Penelope nods her head excitedly. “Apparently in the magical world, men are able to have babies.” Her excitement dims a little, remembering the envious look on Spencer’s face. She is about to say more, but George walks into her cave, abruptly ending their conversation. He has a smirk on his lips and for some reason, Garcia has the feeling he knows they were talking about the PACU team.
“Ladies,” he greets politely. All three women watch him closely as if waiting for him to do something spectacular. George picks up one of the ledgers and walks out of the room without saying another word. Penelope looks at her friends and shakes her head when JJ and Emily’s brows crease in confusion.
Tonight will certainly be fun!
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Spencer trails behind Derek as they walk to their truck. Hotch had let them all go home early because of the meeting-slash-dinner tonight. His Dom is thankfully not furious with him anymore but the unknown punishment has been looming over Spencer’s head since Derek discovered he kept a secret from him. Derek doesn’t punish him often but when he does, well, Derek being a profiler means Spencer has no idea what punishment he will decide on. Derek knows how to punish him efficiently and effectively. Spencer lied by omission and broke his vow to always be truthful and open with him. It is one of their firm rules and he broke it. Now he has to suffer the consequences. Spencer isn’t expecting a light punishment. Derek will certainly push his limits to makes sure that his punishment is one he won’t soon forget.
Spencer climbs into the truck, sneaking quick glances at Derek. They have not spoken to each other since after the confrontation in the hall. The silence is weighing on him. Spencer is breaking inside, being able to speak with Derek throughout the day keeps him sane. Derek is his everything and his insecurities rise when they can’t communicate. Worse is his lover hasn’t touched him since before they entered the conference room. One brush of Derek’s fingers across his skin makes him feel secure, as if his loving arms are wrapping around him and he craves reassurance from his Dom. Spencer feels the loss of affection keenly, like the loss of a limb. He wants the reassurance of Derek’s touch more than anything. Spencer almost hopes for a physical punishment, they are painful but he can deal with pain. And then at least, Derek would be touching him, even if he uses a paddle or something similar.
The ride home is silent. Derek does not have to look at his Sub to know what he is thinking about. The build-up, the dread is merely another aspect of the punishment. He can almost feel Spencer’s anxiety, not only because of the coming punishment but from the silence and the deliberate loss of touch. A part of him wants to give into Spencer as he often does; Spencer’s a perfect Submissive but keeping secrets or even simply agreeing to keep a secret from him could come between them and cause serious damage to their relationship. That’s why he will not go easy on Spencer’s punishment.
Derek can’t help but wonder, is this my fault? Is this Spencer’s way of crying out for affection? Have I not given him everything he needs?
Derek does not want to think of himself as being negligent in Spencer’s care. Spencer is his life, and in everything, he tries to put his Sub first. Derek squeezes the steering wheel until his knuckles are almost white. I cannot lose him because I am not paying attention to his needs.   Derek puts the thought out of his mind and forces himself to not look at Spencer, because if he does his resolve will break. Derek does not take pleasure in punishing his Submissive for disobedience, but there are times a Dominant has to do things he does not like.
Derek can only guess the unpleasant thoughts running through Spencer’s mind. Spencer is not a pain slut and Derek only hopes that his punishment is effective and his Sub will never think about keeping a secret from him again.
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They arrive home, Derek entering the house first and Spencer following close behind him. Clooney is excited to see them and wiggles around to greet Spencer but he ignores him. Spencer knows he is going to be punished and goes immediately to the Playroom without explicit instruction. Spencer strips completely, folding up his clothes into a neat pile on the table. Spencer walks to the center of the room and kneels with his hands clasped behind him. He lowers his head, staring at the floor as he waits for Derek to arrive.
Derek takes his time, greeting Clooney, feeding and letting him outside. He goes to their bedroom. Derek grins as takes out his chocolate brown suit, one of Spencer’s favorites. He dresses leisurely, donning a darker chocolate dress shirt with the collar open to expose his throat. He takes out his special made titanium cufflinks, one saying ‘my’ with other saying ‘boy.’ Derek looks at himself in the mirror, smirking at his reflection. Just seeing him in this suit and not being able to touch him will be the first part of the punishment for his Sub. Derek remembers the last time he wore this particular suit. They ended up being late as Spencer could not keep his hands off him.
Finally ready, Derek walks slowly to the Playroom. Spencer is exactly where he is supposed to be, on his knees in the middle of room.
Spencer’s body stiffens as Derek walks into the room, needing to look up and gauge his Dom. But Spencer resists the urge; he does not need to give Derek any more reasons to punish him.
Derek takes his time, walking past Spencer. Derek checks the table, noting the pile of clothing is neatly folded and arranged in the precise manner he demands. He then grabs his Sub’s collar out of the specially made wooden box. Normally, Spencer simply wears the arm cuff under his clothing but when Derek is feeling especially possessive or when Spencer needs the reassurance, Derek will buckle the beautifully made leather collar around Spencer’s pretty neck. The dark leather always contrasts nicely against Spencer’s pale skin. Derek strokes the supple leather and caresses the sewed inscription: Property of Master Derek Morgan. He thinks about putting the collar back in the box, Derek turns back to look at Spencer. His beautiful Spencer is obediently awaiting his punishment with perfect submission. Making a decision, Derek takes the collar with him. He walks toward his waiting Sub, placing the collar on the floor at his feet. Derek can see the minute shiver go through Spencer at the sight. He knows Spencer wants to touch it, to be granted the right to wear it proudly around his neck.
Spencer bites his lip as Derek’s polished dress shoes come into his view and his collar is placed before him. He wants to lifts his head but knows it will only add to his punishment for further disobedience. His Dom is teasing him with his collar and Spencer craves the sensation of it around his neck. Spencer gulps painfully. Derek is going all out. He has changed shoes but not only that, he has changed clothes as well. What is worse is that he recognizes the brown slacks as belonging to his favorite suit of Derek’s. Spencer wonders if he’s wearing the cufflinks too, the ones he designed for Derek. Every time he sees them attached to Derek’s sleeves makes him feel proud. Those cufflinks are Derek’s collar, proclaiming his ownership of Derek and he loves seeing them. To have to see Derek in that suit, looking suave and sexy without being able to touch…
“Look at me, Pretty Boy.”
Spencer looks up, his eyes widening as scans up his Dom’s body. Derek is wearing the suit and the cufflinks. Spencer has to dig his fingers into his wrists to stop himself from reaching out. He cannot stop his cock from hardening at the delicious sight, nor can he prevent his breath from quickening.
Derek smirks down at his Sub. Spencer is responding just as he had planned. Something about how the suit looks on Derek gets Spencer going without fail. The cufflinks don’t either, Derek knows how hot they get his Sub. He allows Spencer to drink his fill, not saying anything until Spencer’s eyes begin to dilate with lust. “Like what you see, Baby?”
Spencer swallows, fantasizing about pulling down Derek’s zipper with his teeth, nuzzling his Dom’s bulge until Derek pulls his dick out and forces him to take every inch. He can nearly taste Derek in his throat. Spencer is torn from his fantasy when Derek grabs his hair and yanks his head back. “I asked you a question!”
“Y-Yes! Sir, please! Can I touch you?” Spencer pleads, his pink tongue licking his lips in anticipation. Please say yes.
Derek yanks on Spencer’s hair again, forcing his neck to arch painfully. He asks darkly, “Do you deserve that, Pet? Do you deserve my collar around your pretty neck?” Derek rubs and squeezes the outline of his growing erection, taunting his Submissive as he asks, “Have you earned the right to have my cock down your pretty throat?”
The words are ice cold water washing over him. Spencer sobers, regret and guilt written all over his expressive face. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
Derek releases his hold on Spencer’s hair, watching as his Sub drops his head. “No, you haven’t. You kept a secret from me. Broke one of the rules we agreed upon. Maybe you had cause to but regardless of the reason, you kept things from me. I cannot allow that to go unpunished. Do you believe I am wrong to do so? Do you want to explain to me why you do not deserve this punishment?”
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Spencer stays silent. He lied to Derek. He broke one of their most vital rules. Spencer has no excuses. He deserves to be punished. Spencer stares at his collar on the floor, tears shining in his eyes. He feels shame flooding through him.
I knew what I was doing. I knew it wrong. My curiosity overshadowed my good sense and I willingly turned my back on my promise to Derek. I don’t deserve Derek’s forgiveness. I don’t deserve his love. I don’t deserve his collar.
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Derek senses the dark turn his Sub’s thoughts have taken. Spencer needs to be punished but he should never doubt that he is Derek’s. He leans down and delicately picks up Spencer’s collar. “I am not pleased with your disobedience, Spencer. But I still love you and you are still mine.” With that Derek unbuckles the collar, putting it against Spencer’s throat. Derek buckles the collar around Spencer’s neck, the weight and familiar feel of it sparking a shudder of emotion to run through him. Derek feels the collar relieve some of the tension in his body, as if settling something in Spencer despite the approaching punishment. Just as he hoped, Spencer realizes that his fearful thoughts of abandonment are wrong. Derek won’t leave him. That settled, he’s ready for the punishment to begin.
Derek grins wickedly, Spencer is not going to like his punishment as well he shouldn’t. “Do not move,” he orders. Derek takes the straight backed, uncomfortable chair away from the wall and sets it in front of the modest television. “Come here.” Spencer gets up and walks over to Derek. “Sit.” Spencer sits down, the hard, uncomfortable chair unyielding beneath him. Derek puts his arms on the rests. “Stay still.” He removes the arm cuff and sets it carefully next to Spencer’s folded clothing. Derek debates whether to use duct tape, meaning it will yank out hair when he tears it off, or ropes or maybe cuffs. Cuffs, definitely, the black ones with red trim. Derek takes them out and stands before Spencer, buckling his wrists to the chair arms and then kneeling down to buckle his ankles to the chair’s legs. “Open your mouth,” Derek demands.
Spencer eyes his Dom uncertainly but obeys. Derek buckles the ball gag securely. Spencer has no idea what is going to happen. He watches as Derek opens the cabinet below the TV. In his hands is a small box. Derek opens the box and Spencer’s eyes widen, shock and dread filling him at what is to come. His Dom smiles darkly at his reaction. “You know now, don’t you, Pet?”
Unable to answer verbally, Spencer nods his head.
Derek puts the disc in the DVD player. He skips through the previews, letting Spencer see the start menu. Armageddon. One of the most scientifically inaccurate films and one Spencer hates more than any other. Derek has been saving this punishment. One of his more creative punishments, forcing Spencer to watch a movie he loathes, a film riddled with scientific inaccuracies, and trapping all his Sub’s outraged ramblings inside his head. Derek has no doubt this is a punishment Spencer will not soon forget. The two hour and half hour movie will be torture for Spencer. His Sub will think twice before breaking one of their most important rules again. Derek grabs his Pretty Boy’s chin, forcing him to look at him. “You will watch this movie until I determine you’ve been suitably punished. Do you understand?”
Spencer taps the wooden chair arm once to signal he understands even as his pathetic kitten eyes beg for mercy. But his Dom’s mind is made up. Horror fills him. Spencer would rather be caned than have to silently watch this horrendous movie.
“Ready?” Spencer taps yes despite the dread clear on his face. Derek says, “Do you remember how to use your nonverbal safe word?” Again, Spencer taps yes.
From the look on Spencer’s face, it’s clearly as horrible as Spencer feared. His logical brain no doubt screaming in outrage at the film’s massacre of his beloved science. Derek watches him closely. He can almost hear his Sub’s logical mind flipping its lid at the inexcusably bad science in the film. Yet, Spencer’s rants are stuck inside his head and Derek can see his frustration rise. Spencer continues to watch, though. His muscles tense further and further as Spencer’s ire grows. Spencer’s thoughts are trapped and he can find no release with the ball gag preventing him from letting his words out. Derek knows that Spencer needs that release. It is why Spencer rambles seemingly uncontrollably at times. The simple verbalization of his thoughts, of his knowledge, is like exhaling after holding his breath. It relieves all that pressure, freeing him of the tension he feels when his thoughts build up in his head.
Derek allows that tension, that pressure, to intensify. Tears start falling from Spencer’s eyes from frustration. But Derek doesn’t stop the movie until the moment before Spencer reaches his breaking point. The abrupt stopping of the film is akin to letting the air out of balloon. Spencer’s tense muscles relax bit by bit and the overwhelming roaring inside his head slowly starts to ease. The memory of how he’d felt is enough for tears to continue to trickle down his face. Spencer looks up at his Dom as Derek tenderly releases the ball gag. Spencer moves his lower jaw around to try to loosen the muscles.
Derek lovingly wipes Spencer’s tears from his face, giving each cheek a gentle kiss. Derek lifts Spencer’s chin and their eyes meet. “I’m proud of you, Baby. Took your punishment so well.” Derek unbuckles the cuffs, letting Spencer move his arms and legs again. He rubs his Sub’s arms and then his legs to help restore circulation. Derek lifts Spencer into his arms, carrying him to an overstuffed wide chair. He grabs a water bottle from the mini fridge beside the chair and coaxes Spencer to drink. Derek pets and praises him for taking the punishment like a good Sub. Spencer soaks up the loving care like a sponge, feeling his Dom’s love and forgiveness wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Their lips meet almost lazily, the kiss full of love and tenderness.
By the time Derek signals the end of the aftercare, it is time to get ready to leave. A subdued Spencer follows Derek to the bedroom. He stares at his Dom, a question in his eyes. Derek gives an almost imperceptible nod and Spencer removes the beloved suit piece by piece and hangs it up with near reverence. Derek smiles and pecks Spencer on the lips in a thank you. He dresses in black jeans and his favorite red button down shirt and a pair of sneakers. Derek senses Spencer’s need to say something. He brushes his hair back from his forehead, “What is it, Baby?”
Spencer looks down, worrying his lip with his teeth.
Derek hooks a finger under Spencer’s chin, lifting his face. “Tell me.”
With a small voice, Spencer asks, “Can I keep my collar on?”
Spencer rarely asks to wear his collar in public, less than a handful times during their entire relationship. Spencer usually prefers the ambiguous arm cuff. Derek smiles tenderly, “I’d love that, Pet.” He can admit that having others see his claim on Spencer fills him with love, pride, and possessiveness.
Spencer lights up like a Christmas tree. He happily dons his favorite purple button down with the top buttons open to show off Derek’s collar and a black vest, pairing it with gray jeans, mismatched socks, all of it working very well with his chucks.
Within minutes, they say goodbye to Clooney and are on their way to Harry’s.
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