It's that time again! A new Red John!Patrick x Kimball story is being posted! We got some angst, we go some hurt/comfort, we got some love, and, of course, we got so sex. This is chapter two of three (yeah I added another chapter wanna fight about it?) and I hope you all enjoy it!

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With an air of calm that he didn't feel Kimball shut his apartment door behind him and closed his eyes. It had been one of the worst days of his life and he knew that he wasn't even close to exaggerating.

For the past few years he had been in a routine that was rather boring. Even with the fact that he was working for the CBI it was dull. That was the way he liked it. He had already dealt with too much. The idea of adding more was never going to happen.

It was something that both Rigsby and Van Pelt didn't seem to understand. Both of them tried their hardest to get him to join them in whatever it was that they did after work. Unless Lisbon was there as well though he always said no.

It wasn't as if they weren't nice. He genuinely liked the both of them, but he knew that they were looking for something that he never wanted to find again. He was perfectly fine with the idea of spending his time alone.

Maybe that made him a coward in a way. Ever since the night that he walked away from Patrick and Charlotte though he hadn't felt the urge to try to find something else. Kimball was simply done with that part of his life.

At least that's what he had thought. All he had wanted to do was leave that part of his life behind him. It wasn't worth the heartache that always came around whenever he thought about the people he left behind.

Alright so he hadn't fully left it behind. His dreams were filled with him and Patrick curled in bed together his fingers running through curly blond hair while soft yet strong nails traced random patterns in his skin. He always woke up feeling so cold after those dreams.

Then, of course, there were the ones that had him waking up hard and aching for the man. Ones where he was pinned to the bed with teeth scrapping over his skin adding something so sweet as Patrick thrust so deep into him his whole body shook.

A part of Kimball had thought that after all of this time the dreams would have began to fade away. He had understood it when he first left, but it had been years and still every night the blond appeared as soon as his eyes closed.

It was because of that that he had done everything in his power to never think of Patrick when he was awake. He couldn't let the other man overtake his thoughts as well as his dreams. He would never come back from that.

Yet that was exactly what he was doing now. His heart felt as if it was trying to beat out of his chest and he had no idea if it was excitement that was causing it or fear. Something that he had been trying to figure out ever since those piercing blue eyes cut through him that morning.

They looked just as beautiful as they always had. Those eyes had been the thing that grabbed his attention the first time he met Patrick. They were filled with so much intelligence and passion that he had gotten sucked in before he knew it.

That had never happened to him before. Sure he had dated people and had even been in love a few times, but there had been something about the older man that pushed all thought of his previous lovers out the window.

For the longest time that had made him feel good. The idea that he had found someone that he didn't feel the need to explain everything to was something he never thought he'd find. Patrick was the type that always seemed to understand what he meant before he said anything.

That was before he found out that Patrick was Red John. After that he found himself questioning the man and everything that their relationship was. As much as he wanted to believe that it was real he couldn't be certain.

Kimball knew the type of person he was. From being in a gang to being in the Army he had a set of skills that not that many people had. It was easy to believe that the only reason Patrick had gone for him was to use those skills in some way. It wasn't the most pleasant thought, but he was a realist if nothing else. So he left.

A part of him wanted to laugh at that thought. The man that he had been in love with was a serial killer and his first thought was simply that he was being used. There were so many more things that he should be concerned with.

Yet he wasn't and that scared him. Everything that he had ever learned told him that the first thing he should have done was called the police. Patrick was a dangerous criminal that needed to be stopped before he killed again.

There was no doubt in his mind that that would have been the smart and right thing to do for everyone. He had seen first hand just how devastating it was to families when justice wasn't found for the ones that they lost. Once upon a time he had been the person that had to be brought to justice and there was nothing he could ever do to repay what he had done.

Than again what he had done wasn't exactly the same thing. He didn't purposefully go out killing innocent people. He had been in a gang and gangs constantly fought and killed each other. It was just what they did.

It was similar when he was in the Army. He had been in a war zone and people died. Sometimes they were innocent and sometimes they weren't. Lives were lost on both sides. Everyone simply did their best to move on.

That wasn't how it was with Patrick though. As far as Kimball knew he had never been in a position where he had to choose to kill someone. He had wanted to. That was the difference between the two of them.

At least it was for him. Kimball wasn't delusional enough to believe that many people out there would say that he had done everything he did because he had wanted to. Truthfully, he didn't think too much on it. He had a job to do and he was going to do that job.

He couldn't help but shake his head at that trying to get rid of the thoughts. He was tired of looking at his past. It didn't matter at the moment. What did matter was the fact that he had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do about Patrick.

Just the thought of the older mans name made his heart pound painfully. Not that it was a new sensation. There had always been pain where thoughts of the man had been. Something he knew he was to blame for.

He truly hated himself for that. He wasn't under any delusions that his leaving wouldn't cause pain; he had seen first hand how much it hurt Charlotte. He knew it would be worse with Patrick. What he hadn't expected was how much it would hurt to see the man again.

That wasn't right. He knew that seeing the man would feel like a knife in his heart. He had hoped though that he was never going to see the man again. That was why he had become joined the CBI in the first place. What kind of criminal actively joined the people hunting him down?

He could laugh at how stupid he was. With how smart everyone suspected Red John was and how smart he knew Patrick to be he should have seen it a mile away. He had been avoiding everything the man though. Now he couldn't.

It had been years since he had seen the man and he had wanted to be past all of that. He had wanted to move on with his life. Despite what he had told Charlotte he knew that he was never actually going to go back. He couldn't.

Not when he had no idea how he was supposed to handle everything that had been thrown his way. He couldn't sit there and pretend that he didn't know that Patrick was Red John. Just like the fact he couldn't stop his thoughts from questioning the truth in everything.

That had been on his mind ever since he left. It had helped keep him away. As much as he questioned their time together he did believe he knew Patrick well enough to know how he would react to having Kimball question their relationship.

At least that was what he had told himself. Now that he thought about it though he knew that he was lying to himself. He had no idea how Patrick would react to anything. The man loved being able to confuse people for the sake of it.

He was reminded of that fact as soon as he saw the men. Just one look at him had pulled down all the walls and lies that he had told him up to that point. Patrick had always had a way of stripping him down though.

His mind had gone into overdrive as he thought about all the things he had tried to forget. How the hell was he supposed to be able to do his job when Patrick was going to be right next to him smiling at him with that knowing smile?

Once again Kimball felt like smacking himself. Patrick was right there. The best thing for him to do would have been to inform Lisbon of who he truly was and then let the pieces fall into place. Instead he was thinking about how beautiful the man was.

He knew the saying 'Love makes you do crazy things', but he hadn't thought it would make him ignore the law so completely. Especially for someone as dark and twisted as Red John. Yet that was what he was doing. He was letting his love of Patrick cloud over the fact that he was a murderer.

Falling onto the couch he buried his head in his hands his eyes shut tightly as he attempted to figure out what he was going to do. No matter how hard he tried though the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted the older man. Even for a moment.

"My, my," a low voice started breaking through his thoughts, "You look deep in thought."

"Patrick," Kimball muttered lifting his head slowly only to see the man sitting across the room from him.

"You don't seem surprised to see me."

"I'm not."

A soft smile played on Patrick's lips as he cocked his head to the side his eyes roaming over Kimball's body. The agent had to fight not to show just how much the heated look actually effected him. He needed to keep his cool.

"You really aren't, are you?" Patrick questioned shaking his head.

"Why are you here?" Kimball found himself asking as he watched the other man.

The smile fell from the older mans lips as he moved to rest his elbows on his knees. For a moment he looked just as lost as Kimball felt. It wasn't a look that he had thought he'd ever see on Patrick's face.

"I've been asking myself the same question since I got here," Patrick answered his eyes darting around the floor, "I actually thought that we'd just continue to act as if we didn't know each other."

Kimball couldn't help but flinch at that. Despite the fact that that was exactly what they were doing he felt like he had been slapped. Ignoring Patrick had been one of the hardest things that he had ever had do to, but he felt as if he had to.

They had been standing in the middle of a crime scene of his own making. The urge to tell that the man acting as if he was the victim was actually the killer should have been there, but it didn't even cross his mind.

A voice that sounded surprisingly like Lisbon told him that he might as well turn himself in at that point. He had let the man get away with murder the night that he left and every death since that day was on his head as well.

That thought should have terrified him enough to call his boss and confess everything. He didn't move though. He couldn't bring himself to leave again without talking to the older man. It was doubtful Patrick would let him anyway.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say," Kimball finally said staring at the older man.

"An explanation on why you left would be nice," Patrick offered giving him a tired smirk, "But I'm not sure there's anything that you could say that would make that okay."

"There was nothing okay with my reasoning."

"And you're not going to tell me what is was are you? We're going to continue going in this circle until one of us leaves?"

"Why are you here, Patrick?"

For a moment the older man was completely silent his eyes slowly dragging over him before locking onto his own eyes. The look on his face was completely blank as he stood up and made his way over to the couch.

Never breaking eye contact Patrick placed a hand on Kimball's chin and slowly directed him up until he was standing as well. The mans thumb glided over his lower lips before his grip tightened and he was pulled into a gentle kiss.

The sane part of Kimball told him to pull away right then and there and get out before things went too far. He knew that if he stayed than there was no chance of him ever wanting to leave again. That thought scared him as much as it thrilled him.

Without thinking about it Kimball found himself tilting his head to the side as he reached up to thread his fingers through the soft curls. A content hum echoed from Patrick as he tilted the agents head to the side and deepened the kiss.

All the reasons why it was a bad idea seemed to fade away as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before and he was loving every second of having the other man with him.

Letting his hands come to Patrick's shoulders he pushed the jacket from them until the man let go long enough for it to drop to the floor. The soft sound of fabric hitting the ground had Kimball pulling back the reality of what they were doing hitting him.

"We shouldn't do this," Kimball shook his head trying to step back only for a hand to wrap around his wrist keeping him still.

"Why?" Patrick questioned a hint of anger and desperation in his voice, "Why shouldn't we do this?"

In that moment it would have been so easy to say why he had left, but he couldn't. Even as the words echoed loudly in his head he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth and actually say them out loud.

He knew that he should though. If there was one way to stop everything before it started it was telling Patrick that he knew he was Red John. Yet that was the hardest thing for him to even think of doing.

Looking down at the ground he tried to think of something, anything, that would explain why he had left. It wasn't as if he could lie to the man, he'd see through it, and he couldn't bring himself to tell him the truth.

"Patrick," Kimball finally muttered a sigh falling from his lips.

"Why can't you just talk to me, Kimball?" the man asked softly his hand falling to his side limply.

Shaking his head Kimball let his eyes drift up to Patrick's once more his mouth open to tell the man to leave. Then he saw the beautiful blue eyes filled with so much sorrow and he felt all of his self-control snap.

Surging forward he took hold of the older man dragging him down until their lips were pressed together. All the finesse from before was gone as they began to strip each other of their clothes making their way deeper into the agents home.

A few feet outside of the door to the bedroom Patrick backed Kimball into the wall his long, lithe body pressed firmly against his. Hands gripped at every inch of exposed flesh leaving red marks that would surely bruise by morning. Neither of them truly cared.

Feeling a sure hand travel down his side Kimball tossed his head back a loud moan spilling from him as it dug into the flesh of his ass pulling him forward until they were rocking against each other.

Needing to feel more Kimball took hold of the hand and quickly headed into his bedroom. As soon as they were there he pushed Patrick back roughly making he fall onto the bed laying splayed out for him.

Letting his eyes wash over the man before him Kimball couldn't help licking at his lips. The older man looked so tousled in that moment. Patrick wasn't that type of person normally. Even before he looked put together whenever they had sex. He couldn't help but love what he was seeing at the moment though.

The older man looked filthy lying before him. His slightly tanned skin was slicked with sweat while his chest heaved as he tried to get control over his breathing once more. He looked as if he was ready and willing for anything that Kimball wanted.

The sight that caught his attention the most though was his hard length. Patrick was a beautiful man and his cock was no exception. Long and thick just the look of it had Kimball feeling the need to have it in his mouth.

Kneeling on the bed the agent began to press barely there kisses to the long legs slowly climbing up the other mans body letting the taste of his sweat mingle on his tongue with every lick he placed on the skin.

Above him Patrick panted heavily his hand coming to cradle the back of Kimball's head holding on gently as the agent did whatever he pleased. It was a sound that he hadn't thought he'd ever hear again.

It didn't take long before he was at the mans cock. Looking up he saw Patrick watching him his mouth hanging open. Swallowing roughly Kimball reached out taking hold of the length simply feeling the weight in his hand.

"Kimball," Patrick ground out his hand coming to wrap around the agents.

Blinking a few times he looked up at the man. Letting their eyes lock together he straightened up until he was laying fully over him. A hand brushed against the side of his face before he was dragged into another kiss.

Moaning into the kiss he let the older man roll them over so he was laying on the bed. Patrick spread his legs before taking his place between them letting their bodies rub together deliciously. It wasn't enough though.

"Please," Kimball tried thrusting up.

Patrick didn't bother saying anything as he began to nip at his chin his hand moving down to lift his leg to wrap around his waist. Groaning he let himself be moved around until the older man was brushing a slicked finger against his hole.

"It's been so long," Patrick muttered so softly Kimball wasn't sure he heard him.

Before he could question what he said or when he had slicked his finger up Patrick was slowly pushing into his driving all thought from his mind. Digging his nails into the mans back his back arched a whimper falling from his lips.

"Beautiful," Patrick whispered into his ear his teeth tugging at his lobe.

Dark eyes fell closed as a second finger worked its way next to the first. Feeling as if he couldn't breathe Kimball tossed his head back working himself open on the fingers listening to the whispers of encouragement falling from his lover.

It felt so good to have the man stretching him open. It had been so long since he had been in that position. He hadn't been able to bring himself to be with another like this since the night that he left.

"Patrick," he ground out feeling tears of desperation fill his eyes, "More."

"You're not ready," Patrick offered brushing their lips together, "I don't want to hurt you."

Hearing the words fall from his lovers lips Kimball let his eyes slide open so he could stare into the blue eyes that he loved. He didn't know why those words hit them as much as they did, but he felt his heart speed up.

Cupping the back of the older mans head Kimball drug him into a kiss trying to pour everything that he was feeling into it. Patrick let him take control of the kiss simply letting him take and give all that he wanted.

Kimball felt as if everything was falling into place as they kissed. All the thoughts and questions that he had before faded away replaced with the love that he could feel radiating from the man as he pushed a third finger into him.

"I love you," the agent offered pulling back to stare into Patrick's eyes.

A genuine, happy smile spread over the older mans face as he lent down to kiss him so gently it felt as if the air from his lungs was being pulled from him. This was the man that he had fallen for. The one that knew exactly what he needed before he ever said a word.

"And I love you," Patrick replied pulling back and slipping his fingers out of him.

Watching as the older man lined up ready to push into him Kimball reached out to grip his hips stopping him before he could. Patrick stared at him in a hurt confusion before he pulled back so he was sitting on his knees.

"Kimball?" Patrick questioned softly.

"I left because you're Red John," Kimball admitted knowing he couldn't go further without the man knowing the truth.

Patrick seemed to completely freeze at that. He had never seen the man look so off guard before and a part of Kimball hated that he was the one that put that look on his face. He was tired of hiding from that truth though.

"I..." Patrick tried to start only for his voice to trail off weakly.

"I knew that you were hiding something," Kimball explained running a hand over his face, "I followed you and saw you killing that man. I didn't know what to do."

"You left so you didn't have to face it."

Patrick sounded so put out when he spoke that Kimball reached forward to link their fingers together. Blue eye blinked slowly staring at their hands before looking up inquisitively staring into his own.

"I don't understand," Patrick shook his head, "Why didn't you turn me in or tell anyone back then? Why didn't you do that today?"

"Because I love you," Kimball explained brushing his thumb across the mans knuckles, "I know what I was supposed to do and what I should have done that night, but every time I thought of it my mind went to you and Charlotte. It's wrong and I know it. I'm wrong, but I can't turn you in and I don't think I can walk away from you again either."

Patrick stared at him for a moment his head cocked to the side as if he was trying to understand everything that Kimball had just said. A small but brilliant smile took over his face a moment later before he laughed gently.

"I love you, Kimball," Patrick stated before moving so his length was brushing against his hole their hands staying linked.

Kimball opened his mouth to reply only for the man to push his way into him. Moaning loudly he tossed his head back tightening his grip on the mans hand. He had forgotten just how much he loved the feeling of Patrick filling him.

Every thrust was slow and deep pushing him high before he could even gain control over the feeling. He wasn't going to be able to last, but for some reason he found that he didn't mind all that much.

Reaching out he tangled his free hand in the bedspread holding on tightly as his lover gripped his thigh lifting it up and driving himself deeper with each movement. The feeling was too much after going without for so long.

"Patrick!" Kimball screamed out as he fell over the edge spilling between them his body shaking.

A low groan fell from Patrick as he started to move quicker chasing his own high. It was a blissful feeling as the agent laid limply on the bed letting the older man do whatever he needed to get that feeling.

Feeling the mans breaths puff over his neck he wrapped his arms around his body gently tracing patterns over his back. Kimball had never felt so content to lay there simply feeling everything that his lover was doing.

Gasping loudly Patrick buried his head in Kimball's neck as his whole body stiffened. Pressing a loving kiss to the side of the mans head the younger man took all of his weight and rolled them to their sides as he came down from his high.

For a moment both of them laid their getting control over themselves. It was the most peaceful either of them had felt in so long. In that moment Kimball knew that he hadn't been lying. He wouldn't be able to walk away from the older man again. No matter what he did.

"Shh," Patrick muttered pulling back far enough to stare into his eyes, "You're thinking too hard about that."

"How can I not?" Kimball questioned shaking his head, "I can't pretend I don't know who you are."

"You know me more than anyone else ever has. It's okay though. You don't have to know everything that happens with that side of me."

Blinking a few times Kimball thought about that offer. He knew that it would be for the best if he agreed to that. He could go on with their relationship letting that part be something that neither of them spoke of.

As soon as he thought that though he shook his head. That wouldn't be fair to either of them and he knew that if they went down that path it wouldn't be long before he was questioning what was going on.

"If I'm going to be with you, Patrick," Kimball offered after a pregnant pause, "I need to be with you."

"You don't have to be a part of that world," the older man tried running his fingers over the agents side, "I would never make you be a part of that."

"I know. I don't know what is going to happen, but I know I don't feel alive if I'm not with you. We'll just how to go forward and see where this leads us."

"Are you sure?"

"No, but I'm willing."