A/N: A lot of things get very fucked up… mainly Reid.

Warning for: dub-con, knotting, talk of mpreg.

I don't know how my brain came up with this. Thank god for anonymity on the internet.

(I accidentally posted an earlier draft of this. There will doubtless still be mistakes, but if you saw the first edition of this, I apologise.)

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It wasn't long before Reid started moving his hips mindlessly, thrusting shallowly in thin air, gripped by lust as well. His eyes were glazed, mouth open to show the pink insides and perfect white teeth. It looked like whatever was in Hotch's semen had totally overcome the younger man.

Hotch was curiously cool-headed. He needed to be in control of his faculties if he wanted to properly take care of what his wolf was possessively calling his mate.

Hotch didn't waste time, tying Reid's wrists together at the base of Reid's spine with duct tape found in the odds and ends drawer of the kitchen. He gathered lube from his room, pushed his first finger in to a sound of confusion from Reid.

"You ever done this with someone before?" Hotch asked.

"N-no," Reid shook his head where it lay pressed against the tile. He trembled through the addition of the second finger.

"Not even yourself?"

Reid panted into tile, wiggling his hips. "No," he whispered.

"Never lain in bed at night? One hand on your dick, the other playing with yourself back here? Just to see what it feels like?"

"N-no Hotch. Promise." He gasped and closed his eyes at the third finger.

"Good puppy," purred Hotch. "Waiting for me, hm?"

"What are you going to do?" Reid asked, thrusting back to get Hotch's fingers deeper, and gain more sensation.

"I'm going to breed you, little one."

"I don't understand."

"Too horny to think? Maybe we found a way of making the genius shut up. Not just that pretty little mouth but your thoughts as well."

"What are you going to do?" Reid asked again, furrow between his brows.

"Let me show you." Hotch hooked an arm under his shoulders and knees and lifted him.

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"Hotch," Reid breathed.

"It's okay sweetheart. It's just an erection," Hotch said, stroking his own length leisurely while Reid straddled his thighs, knees digging into sofa cushions. "This one's special. You know why?"

Reid shook his head, thrusting his hips as if he was experiencing an echo of what Hotch was doing.

"This belongs to you," Hotch said. "You want it?"

"… I … I …"

"It's going to feel good," Hotch seduced. "I promise. You want it?"

Reid's face was an expression of stress and frustration, his own erection leaking. "Promise it'll feel good?"

"I promise," said Hotch, eyes burning bright and hot. "You want it?" Hotch growled.

Reid nodded, sweat-damp hair clinging to his face, sitting on Hotch's lap.

"Prove it."

Hotch leant back into the cushion, one hand going behind his head. The other held his erection, just holding, pointing it upwards towards Reid's body.

"I- I don't…?"

Hotch smiled with too much teeth. "You want my help?"

Reid ducked his head into his shoulder, nodding shyly.

Hotch's spare hand came to Reid's hip, guiding him down and onto his erection, hissing when Reid was finally breached. The tip of his penis popped snugly inside all at once, Reid baring his teeth in a way Hotch's wolf approved of as he felt the stretch, the burn easily swallowed up by all of the other dominant sensations in his brain.

Hotch's face became an animalistic snarl. "Do it," he ordered. "Move."

Reid bit his lip and shut his eyes, let his head fall back. He couldn't get a lot of purchase for momentum, and his hips were uncoordinated and jerky as he did his best to slide up and down. With his legs spread over Hotch's thighs, he couldn't get very far down and the rumbling growl in Hotch's chest was a good source of motivation. Slide up, feeling Hotch's warmth and ridges pressed up against his virgin sensitive insides, slide back down with a whoosh of breath, feeling muscles still tight and unstretched be coaxed open to accept Hotch's penis deeper inside of him. Reid wasn't very flexible, it's not like he could do the splits, so his thighs ached as he attempted to take Hotch deeper and deeper, scratching that itch inside of himself.

Hotch put both of his hands behind his head and sighed happily, eyes closed as he tilted his head back. Reid panted, watching the older man, as he desperately worked his body to please him. With a small whine he gave up on the slow unsatisfying thrusting, and started rocking his hips back and forward as fast as he could, clenching down, feeling the stretch of muscle all the more for the muscle clenching down on the unyielding stiffness within him. His movements were inelegant in their newness, unable to find a stable rhythm.

"Is that the best you can do?" murmured Hotch.

Reid gasped out, trying to cant his hips back, fuck himself harder, work his hips back and forth for that shallow friction. The itch was getting more intense, like a burn calling out for ice.

"Hotch. Hotch, come on." Reid nudged his head against Hotch's neck. He felt his eyes prickle. "Hotch…" He looked at Hotch's face, eyes heavily lidded, face serene, lips tilted up. His fingers were interlocked behind his neck, as if he were sunbathing on the beach. "Hotch!"

A hand grasped the back of his hair, pulling him back and up until his spine was straight, head tilted back, only the tip of his penis still inside of him. Hotch titled his own head, considering. "What do you want?"

"It hurts."

"How does it hurt?"

"I- I." Tears ran down his face. "I really need…"

Hoch's smile grew. "If you can't it say it," he said like a stern lecturer at a safe-sex course for teenagers, "you shouldn't be doing it." Reid's breath and hips hitched.

"You know!" Reid bared his teeth. "You know what…!"

"Hmm. I don't know." Hotch pouted and Reid kept moving his hips in erratic, tiny jerks. "Let's see if this will help."

Reid gulped air as he was pulled and pushed, trying to help by getting his legs underneath him. He was pushed backwards to stand on the carpet before being turned around and bent over, sat back on the seat between Hotch's spread legs.

"Hotch," Reid whispered.

"It's like you don't any word except my name," said Hotch, nuzzling at his ear, biting his ear lobe. "I like it."

"Please, Hotch," Reid said. "Can't you just…"

"What?"

Reid squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. He raised his hips and titled backwards, humping back and catching Hotch's dick in between his cheeks, feeling it slide back and forwards, smearing lube and precum all along his crack.

"Here, let me help," Hotch offered. He held onto his dick again, tilting it until it was angled towards Reid. "There you go."

"Put- put it in me."

"Put what where?"

Reid let out a small groan-whine.

"You want me to put my thingy in your special place?" asked Hotch mockingly. "My dick is right here." He canted his hips to nudge his dick forwards, sliding it back and forth across Reid's puckered opening. "All you have to do is prove how much you want it. Don't you want my cock inside of you?"

Reid's shoulders flinched. "Don't say 'cock'. It's dirty."

"Not as dirty as your disgusting little boy-hole." Hotch shoved a finger into Reid to a strangled sound. "You're wet like a girl. Look at how hungry it is. You want another finger?"

"Guh-huh," breathed Reid, humping backwards in his awkward potion, leant forwards with his knees bent. He ended up fucking backwards with his whole body to penetrate himself. It was unwieldy and he was panting in exertion, sweat appearing over his body to add to the layer of grunge covering him.

Hotch pushed another forefinger into him from his other hand. "Look at you just swallow that up. You want another?"

"Yes. More. Give it to me."

Hotch added two fingers, so that his middle and forefinger of each hand were fucking into the hole before him, no longer puckered but spread smooth. He scissored his fingers and Reid groaned, fucking back determinedly.

"Jesus. I could just fuck my fist up into there, couldn't I?"

"Wha- what? No!"

"Yes." Hotch removed the fingers from his left hand, pushing all four fingers of his right hand into Reid's asshole. "You don't want more than that?" Hotch skewered his fingers, trying to shove in up to his last knuckle. Reid made incomprehensible noises, as if punched out of him. One of his knees wobbled and only Hotch's quick reflexes had him stopping from toppling over.

Hotch grabbed his hips and brought him back to sit down on Hotch's thighs. Reid groaned at the stretch as already tired thighs were spread again, his knees moved to the outside of Hotch's. He was cradled back against Hotch's chest, feeling his erection digging into the small of his back. Lube-wet hands ran up and down Reid's heaving chest.

"You ready for more?"

Reid mumbled as if he were gagged.

"Come on then, precious." Fingers dug in, Reid wincing at the bruises he could already feel, as Reid were lifted and the head of Hotch's cock ran blunt against his hole, the younger man hiccupping as he was speared downwards and felt himself spreading open over Hotch's cock all over again.

He landed with a thud on Hotch's thighs again. Their leg hair scraped together, Hotch's five o'clock stubble scraping against Reid's neck. Reid gasped against the sensation inside of him: Hotch was deep. Not deep but /deep/. In this position Reid could feel him tickling his throat, shoving his guts around.

Hotch curled a hand over Reid's neck like a make-shift collar, squeezing lightly. Reid swallowed, scrabbling his fingernails against Hotch's flat stomach.

"You feel me, little one?"

Reid gurgled. He looked down himself, feeling drool slick over his lip and onto his chin, swallowing quickly, and seeing his own erection standing up to look back.

"I'm glad you enjoy it," Hotch cooed in his ear. "You enjoy my cock?" He steadied himself, bouncing his legs up and down to jostle Reid. Reid suckled eagerly around the thumb shoved into his mouth, glad for the possibility to focus on such a soothing action. Hotch drew breath sharply. "You can't get enough of me inside of you, hmm?" he whispered. He ran his lips over Reid's shoulder. "Okay. Enough of this." One arm gripped around Reid's waist and held him in place as Hotch leant back into the couch cushions to gain the leverage to fuck up into him.

Reid cried out, spreading his legs further, the endorphin rush enough to push the pain aside from his aching thighs. He tilted his head back, sucking enthusiastically without thought on the thumb in his mouth, kneading it with his teeth.

"Okay, that's it," Hotch groaned to himself. Reid was too out of it, too well-stretched and lubed to notice the change in width at first, until the base of Hotch's cock grew considerably wider. It dragged on the rim of his hole, drawing his attention.

"Hotch!" he garbled around the thumb acting as his gag. Hotch pulled it out, pinching Reid's chin instead.

"What?"

"What is that?"

"It's my cock. It's special. Just for you, precious. Special cock for a special boy."

"Stop saying cock!"

Hotch had the audacity to laugh.

"No, but seriously!" Reid felt like he was emerging from under-water. "What is that?" It was starting to ride the edge of too-much pain, stretching him wider and wider with each thrust in and out, Reid wincing with every shove of it back into him.

"Oh, fuck!" Hotch grunted as he tried to thrust back in and whatever it was , the bulbous lump, refused to go back in, pressing up against Reid's muscles, not fucked open enough to accept it at its current size. "Fuck! Shh, it's okay, I'll fix it."

"You don't have to-"

"Sh!" Reid was pushed forwards until his chest leant on the table, kneeling. Hotch moved back, to a mournful whine from Reid. He closed his eyes and let himself relax as Hotch went back to fingering him. He bit his lip as Hotch got more vigorous, working four fingers into him, and then a fifth from his other hand. Reid bit his lips so hard he waited until it started bleeding but it didn't, thumping his head softly on the table.

"It's okay, baby. I'm going to take care of you. I'll be back of you in a minute."

Reid waited as more lube was pushed up into him, feeling it leak all over his legs and balls, and still Hotch pushed more into him. The fingers were back, pressing his insides open, playing with his rim. It only took about five minutes, but Reid just lay there, letting himself slip back and forth from paying attention and daydreaming about nothing.

"There we go," Hotch said, two fingers still hooked inside of Reid while he thrust the tip of his cock in. Reid whines, kicking his feet. Hotch hummed and fucked himself in deeper, tugging at Reid's rim with his fingers while his dick slid steadily inside until he had to removed his fingers and then the bulge was back. Hotch circled his hips, trying to nudge his way inside. Reid flexing his fingers uselessly where they were tied by the wrist at his lower back. His hips were gripped and massaged as Hotch tried to fuck what felt like his entire shaft and both balls inside of him.

"What is that?" Reid demanded.

"My knot."

"Your /what/?"

"Come on baby, open up wide for me," Hotch mumbled, leaning forward and gripping Reid's shoulders, starting to jerk him backwards by his entire body as he fucked forwards, bulge of his cock grinding against Reid's opening.

Reid let out a stream of noises, mostly punctuated small groans. "It's not gonna –" Reid's eyes rolled up into the back of his head and it felt like he swallowed his tongue. He was glad that as soon as his muscles gave that tiny bit and Hotch started sliding in, he shoved in all at once. So he didn't have to feel every centimetre as Hotch's knot got wider and fought that extra centimetre to fuck him even wider open. Instead, he was outside of him one minute, and then his hips were connecting with Reid's ass all in a rush, slamming deeply into him.

Reid felt… full. He could physically feel Hotch's heat and thrumming heartbeat. His rim wasn't totally shut, mouthing at the bulge of Hotch's dick near the base, but not managing to close around the shaft as it had before, Hotch not deep enough inside. The delicate skin of his asshole was visibly stretched over the curve of Hotch's knot, just the few centimetres, following its shape until it was deeper inside of him. But enough to make Hotch's breath catch as he looked down at the sight.

"Reid? Reid, little one, you okay?"

"Uh-un-uh-UH," were the only noises he could make with his mouth open, panting for breath.

"Well, you're still conscious. Oh, look at that." Hotch's finger slid over Reid's shiny hole where it stretched open for him. "Look at what a good job you did. So small, but you took so much."

"I'm taller than you," Reid flung back.

"Yes you are," said Hotch, condescending. "And so thin." He slid his hands gently over Reid's waist. "Surprised you're not visibly bulging with all of me inside of you. Feel full of me inside of you, puppy? Like there's not room for both of us. Like I'm making you mine from the inside out?"

Reid made another sound, managing to wet his lips and speak. "Hotch. Hotch I can't."

"Can't what, little one?"

"I feel too full."

"I fit inside of you, puppy. Now all you need to do is keep me there, which my knot will make sure happens. You've done everything you need to. So strong. So good. Now you just need to let me breed you."

"Bree- no. Huh? Hotch!" Reid remembered his wrists were tied behind him and he couldn't move from his position bent over. "You can't breed me. Get your knot out of me."

A warning growl and hand around his neck had him quieting quickly. "We're stuck together now. Try and get off of me." Hotch wrapped an arm around Reid and pulled them sideways so Reid was bent over, face resting on the carpet. Again.

"You're not going to untie me?" He wriggled hopefully, feeling the mass inside f him pull at his insides with the movement like a living being.

"What do you think?"

Reid huffed and thrust his hips forward, trying to slide his ass off of Hotch's cock. It didn't work, just tugging Hotch's dick forward, and then Reid backwards to stop the uncomfortable pulling at his hole. He tried a few more times, finally finding a way so that Hotch's knot didn't catch, and he was just working himself backwards and forwards. Reid wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish anymore, but it felt good. The knot inside of him was rubbing against his insides, and he was grinding backwards, feeling the way Hotch's cock prodded deeply into him.

A gentle hand stroked through his hair tenderly as he kept fucking himself back and forwards, lube squelching disturbingly loudly.

"Hotch?" Reid asked. "How long til your knot goes down?"

"Hm." Reid could hear Hotch smiling. "I have to cum first."

"Oh. Right."

"Then about 20 minutes. Sometimes 30."

"H-half an hour?"

"Would you like me to hurry up and cum?"

Reid pouted and frowned. "Fine."

"Hm? Speak up, puppy."

"I said…" Reid closed his eyes, and mentally gathered himself. He wanted Hotch to cum and he wanted it done soon. There was no-one here but them and he couldn't embarrass himself any further with Hotch than had already happened. "I /said/… I want you to fuck me with your c-cock. I want you to fuck me like you own me." Reid took a deep breath and wondered where this script he was reciting had come from, and decided he didn't want to know the answer. "Make me take your big cock, and, and massive knot, and fill me up until there's nothing left inside of me except for you." Reid waited, cheeks stained red in embarrassment, waiting to see if Hotch would like it.

Hotch did. The pounding Reid received was brutal. Hands hooked over his shoulders, bringing Reid's back to slide against Hotch's chest as Hotch bent forwards, curling himself over Reid. Reid was pushed forward, legs completely bent, upper chest and face on the carpet, Hotch covering every inch of him. He almost felt claustrophobic. He did feel overly-hot and sweaty, Hotch's sweat also sliding from his own body onto Reid's, until he was covered in the smell of testosterone. Hotch used his hips to fuck forwards, and made sure with his grip on Reid's shoulders that he couldn't go anywhere, not even an inch.

Reid breathed through it as Hotch nailed him, quick and ruthless, as if he wanted to churn Reid's insides, the knot tugging on his hole again, but back and forwards so fast it was almost more of a suggestion. The slap of their bodies together was obscene and now it was Hotch beyond words, growling and snarling, occasionally doing something like a murmur-whimper.

When Hotch came it was in hot, long spurts, that Reid could feel like a splash of hot water on his insides, one after another, until Reid was afraid he was going to start having his stomach distend and cramp. Eventually they died out and Hotch lay on top of him, panting and heart hammering like he'd run a mile. It was odd, because he could also feel Hotch's heartbeat against the opening of his asshole, where their flesh was pressed together so tightly that none of Hotch's semen could escape, Hotch's heartbeat tattooing a rhythm against Reid's own inner flesh.

"Did you come?" groaned Hotch.

Reid shook his head, feeling embarrassed about that for some reason. "It's not important." Hotch growled at that as if he were pleased.

"What about anything else? Are you hurt? You're not hurt, are you!?"

"No. No I'm fine." He coughed. "Kind of thirsty."

"Uh… there's water in the kitchen."

"How are we going to get there?"

Reid had though the fucking was intimate. But when Hotch reared back, forcing Reid to tilt his hips up and get up on all fours as well, it was even more so, because there was no haze of endorphins or lust to distract him. He could feel exactly how heavy Hotch's knot sat inside of him, his asshole muscles fluttering over it like they weren't sure what to do.

"If we crawl, slowly," Hotch said, nuzzling Reid's ear, "we should be fine. Go slow. Follow my lead." They crawled, Reid so fucking thankful nobody could see his face, as they moved one arm, then the other, then a leg in turn, in some sort of Twister-perversion, where the main aim of the game was to keep his ass sandwiched back against Hotch's hips to not jostle his dick too much where it was resting inside of him like a snake waiting to wake up and lash out, causing pain.

They eventually made it to the kitchen. It was slow, and awkward with Reid's longer limbs being trapped under Hotch's. Not to mention his cock very slowly softening, slapping between his thighs. But they made it.

"Great now how do we get a glass to the tap?" asked Reid, trying not to think about how his superior FBI agent was currently leaning over him, chin tucked into the point where Reid's neck met his shoulder.

"Look over there," Hotch said, pointing. On the floor was a bowl of water.

"I didn't know you had a dog."

"I have you, puppy."

Reid reared back, only serving to pierce Hotch's dick deeper into him and making Hotch groan. "I'm not," Reid shook his head, "no. I'm not going to drink out of that."

"I thought you said you were thirsty."

"I'm not that thirsty."

"It's just water. Drink up, little one."

"I'm not little."

"Ah. But you are thirsty."

"Hotch!"

"Drink, or I'll make you."

"No. It doesn't matter. I also need to pee. And I don't want to make that worse, so it's fine."

"You can pee after."

"Where? You don't have one of those puppy training mats set out, do you?"

Hotch chuckled. "I left the outside door unlocked. You can go in the garden."

"I'm not a fucking animal, Hotch!" Reid yelled indignantly.

Hotch planted his palms firmly on the ground and started rocking back and forwards. "Here, let me help relax you."

Reid grunted as Hotch started working his knot back and forwards again.

"How is that going to help relax me?"

"You don't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The way my semen inside of you is-"

"No! No I don't feel that at all. Stop talking about it."

"It's doing to your insides what it did earlier to your skin. How badly does it feel like your cute little ass is on fire for me?"

Reid squirmed beside himself, clenching down on Hotch's knot. "I can ignore it."

"You do that. I'm just going to help massage my cum into you with my cock," breathed Hotch in a gust of warm air into his ear, making him shiver, "and there's so much of it that you know what happens? When I knot someone it puts them in a frenzy. Almost like a heat. And all you're going to want is more of me inside of you, which'll make me cum, which'll make you want more of me inside of you… It's why people like me don't knot other people a lot. It can end badly if you don't know how to take care of each other. You should drink, puppy. Who knows what state you'll be in later? And if you collapse, you better believe I'll just keep fucking into you and breeding you while you lay there for me, docile like a lamb."

"Shut up!" Reid snapped. "I'll drink, fine. But I am –not- pissing outside."

"Fine."

Reid bent down and started lapping at the water, dipping his chin into the water to gulp it down.

"Fuck, I really need to pee now." He wiped the back of his hand over his chin.

"Let's go to the bathroom. If we stand, you can manage it. But we can't walk around like this. Don't even try it. If I have to, I'll put you in restraints so you can't." And Hotch sounded way too happy about that so Reid just nodded. Fine, more crawling. It wasn't exactly fun but he could handle it. More than he could definitely handle an enthusiastic bondage-happy Hotch.

They crawled to the bathroom, and the time it took made the pressure on Reid's bladder almost unbearable. He stood slowly, Hotch guiding him up. He leant against the wall with one hand, other aiming his dick. He shook off after, too relieved to be embarrassed by Hotch standing with his chin on his shoulder.

Behind him, Hotch's knot was thrumming again. Maybe it was just the different angle, but it was much more noticeable.

"Done," sighs Reid.

Hotch thrust shallowly. Reid's second hand reached out to smack against the wall, bracing himself.

Hotch thrust again and Reid gasped, feeling tingly sparks of pleasure in his lower belly. "That feels good," he admitted.

"Yeah," murmured Hotch. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Okay. Okay, do it."

It must have been close to 20 mins, because his knot was smaller, meaning Hotch could fuck back and forward easier, knot not painful for Reid, but still present.

After one thrust, Reid gasped, nails digging into the wall.

"That, I believe is the prostate," murmured Hotch.

"I know that," Reid breathed. "I'm the genius." It was a pitifully short time before Reid came. If he'd have been wanking at home, he would have aimed for the toilet bowl but now his non-werewolf semen splattered over the wall. "Fuck. Sorry."

"You can perform fellatio later to make up for it," Hotch offers.

Reid twitches. "No. I'm going to get off of your knot, and then go home and wash."

"Fair enough," says Hotch after a pause. "Do you mind if I finish as well?" He thrust forward meaningfully.

"Sure," said Reid. It's only polite. But then he felt Hotch's knot swelling again, already tucked firmly inside this time. "No!" he whined. "That's impossible."

"I'm an /alpha/," whispered Hotch like that explained everything. "Get back on your knees. You're going to crawl to my bedroom, let me lie on top of you, and go to sleep. And then if I want to fuck you during the night, I can."

"I'm not a fuck toy."

"Oh, puppy. You're so many things. Give me time, and I'll make you mine as well."

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