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geekystudmuffinTitle: Eye of Newt and Toe of Frog
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~7,700
Kinks: It gets a little sticky. Highlight between stars if you must know: *chocolate play!*
Summary: Derek goes to Spencer's apartment on Halloween night to sulk. (Set just after 'About Face'.)
Oh, that? Had been fun. Spencer hadn't exactly been expecting his lover to freak out like he had, but the expression on Derek's face (as much as Spencer could see though the tiny eye holes in his Frankenstein mask) was better than anything. Maybe not ever, but it was close.
Of course, Derek had gotten him back. It was subtle, but as Derek told Emily about getting some 'Halloween hunnies', Spencer knew it was for his benefit--a gentle dig about Derek's prowess, a tiny 'you know, I have other options beside people who decide to scare me in front of the team'. If they'd been alone, Spencer would have demonstrated why Derek wouldn't want anyone but him with a tongue lashing of the verbal and physical variety, and Derek would have let him and enjoyed it, and then conceded the point... but the BAU wasn't exactly the place for demonstrations of that sort.
His boyfriend hated Halloween. It was nearly impossible to believe, and Spencer would have pressed, but then David Rossi had walked into the BAU, and his heart jumped into his throat and stayed there for the rest of the day. And for the rest of the case. And Spencer thought it might stay there for the rest of his life, so long as he worked with Rossi, and that left him very little time to even think about Halloween until the case was over, and they were handing out candy.
It made Spencer feel good again. He felt more centered after the case seeing it, and he wasn't the best with kids, but he loved to see the happiness on their faces as the team dropped candy into their pumpkin shaped baskets.
Derek hadn't forgotten about Halloween. There was no way to forget about it, with costumes and decorations everywhere. He didn't mind the spooky aspect of it, but the idea of pretending to be someone else, the way people hid their identities...there was something about it that gave him the shivers. Maybe because he'd had to live with Carl Buford's pretense for twenty years; that would sour anyone on Halloween, he thought.
Of course, Garcia had a kickass Halloween party she wanted them to go to, and Derek had finally resorted to pretending to be sick to get out of it. Spencer--or maybe it was Prentiss, Derek wasn't sure--had ratted on him, and now Garcia was giving him grief about being scared of Halloween, too.
Derek had told Spencer to go on to the party without him, but Spencer had insisted it wouldn't be as much fun without him, so they were now hanging out in Spencer's apartment, where the front door had some motion-sensing ghoul head hanging on it and a huge bowl of candy by the front door. Derek was stretched out on the couch, sulking.
Spencer kept poking his head out of the kitchen, watching Derek. He knew he should be a little more sympathetic, but he couldn't wipe the huge grin off his face. It seemed to only make Derek's frown deepen. The fact that Spencer had the noose back around his neck and his Frankenstein head by the door next to the candy bowl didn't help. "Witches' Brew?"
"Thanks, but no," Derek said. He'd already snagged a bottle of beer out of Spencer's fridge, and even though it was almost empty, he didn't feel like indulging this annoying new aspect of his lover's personality.
Spencer frowned and went back in the kitchen. "You're getting one anyway," he said, and started mixing the punch.
"Why'd you even ask, then?" Derek muttered. He flipped on the TV, but the scary movies only reminded him that they should be snuggling on the couch together, and there was hardly anything else on at this point. Maybe he ought to just go to bed.
"You don't have to drink it," Spencer said. Once he had the vodka in the glasses, he pulled out the dry ice he'd gotten especially for the night, and dropped a chunk in both their drinks. He headed out to his living room. No one could possibly sulk with 'steaming' drinks. "Ooooh," he said in his 'spooky' voice, and settled next to Derek, planting a kiss on his cheek and handing a drink over. "You can just appreciate it for the dry ice. I don't care," he murmured against Derek's cheek, then pulled back to sip his drink.
Derek scowled at him, but couldn't keep the expression. "What the hell's in this?" he asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously. He wasn't sure whether the fact that it was smoking made it cool or just gross. He suspected cool, which made him even more inclined to sulk, except he also had a feeling he was seriously dampening Spencer's mood.
Spencer grinned and circled his palm over his drink as if casting a spell on it. "'Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog...'" Morgan was just staring at him. Spencer swallowed. "Shakespeare," he explained. Morgan's expression didn't change, so Spencer sighed and said, "I told you; it's Witches' Brew," then looked at the TV. "Bride of Chuckie? Honestly? I think I have Nightmare on Elm Street." He looked hopefully at Derek, but then his smile faded a little at Derek's expression. "Or we could watch the news."
Derek sighed and reached up, tugging Spencer down for a kiss. "You are the weirdest guy I know," he murmured, then lay down again, shifting to rest his head in Spencer's lap. "I don't really care what we watch."
Spencer smiled faintly, his lips pressed together, and stroked a hand over Derek's head. "If the ghoul sounds, you're going to have to get up," he murmured.
"Huh," Derek said, but he didn't move except to get more comfortable. "If we're watching scary movies, I won't hear the ghoul." He felt sort of guilty for being such a downer. It was rare to see Spencer so childishly gleeful about anything, and it was nice seeing him actually look his age for once.
"I will," Spencer said, then sighed and settled down a bit on the couch, watching the evil doll without really thinking too much about it. They'd gotten back late from the case and the trick or treaters were slowing. "And they'll knock after that."
Derek snorted but didn't argue. He slid his hand up along Spencer's arm, his fingers trailing over bare skin.
Spencer didn't say anything either; he just watched the TV. He had to admit he felt decidedly less excited since he'd sat down. "How can someone pout with dry ice in their drink?" he asked finally.
"Pout?" Derek said, surprised. "Who's pouting?" He was, obviously, but he wasn't about to admit it. "I'm just utterly creeped out by just about everything happening tonight."
Spencer sighed. "I should have gone to the party," he said, trying for a teasing tone. Then the ghoul sounded and there was a knock at the door, and Spencer shoved lightly at Derek and went to answer it, pulling on his mask. The kids were cute. Spencer was glad they never stuck around long, but they were at least enthusiastic, unlike his boyfriend. When Spencer got back to the couch he pulled off the mask and settled next to Derek again.
Derek glared at him. "See, this is another reason not to like Halloween. You're paying more attention to those kids than to me. I don't see what you like about this."
"I didn't invite any of those kids inside to share my couch." Spencer frowned at Derek. "One night of the year, I like kids." He picked up his drink and took a sip. "You should drink your Witches' Brew. Maybe you'd relax."
"Raeeeerr," Morgan replied, and took a sip of his drink. "One night of the year they like you. Because you're bribing them."
Spencer's frown deepened. "I have enough dry ice to dump down your pants if I'm so inclined."
"Okay, seriously, why do you like Halloween?" Morgan asked, and took another sip. It actually tasted pretty good.
"Because one night a year, these kids can be anything they want to be!" Spencer said, turning to Derek and smiling faintly. "They don't have to be what they are every day; they can be Superman, if they want to be." He shrugged slightly.
Derek sighed. "I suppose I can see the appeal in that," he murmured, thinking of what he knew about Spencer's childhood. "But I'm not sure why you still like dressing up."
Spencer shrugged. "I never got to be Superman enough when I was little?" he said, leaning against Derek to rest his head on his shoulder and draw his nose along Derek's jaw.
"Hmm." Derek turned his head and kissed Spencer. "But I like who you are."
Spencer smiled and then kissed along Derek's jaw. "I like being able to be a kid." The words were a little bittersweet, but he drew his tongue along Derek's neck anyway.
Derek sighed and looped his arm around Spencer, holding him close. "Damn it, I never win arguments with you," he muttered, and kissed Spencer's ear. "I love you, but you drive me crazy."
Spencer smiled, laughing softly against Derek's skin, and then shifted to climb into Derek's lap, putting his drink down as he did. "How can you hate it?"
"It's just..." Derek finished his drink and wrapped both arms around Spencer. "Creepy. People pretending to be what they're not. People hiding their faces behind a false face. You think you know who someone is, and you turn out to be wrong." He shuddered.
Spencer frowned and settled closer, liking the way Derek was holding him. "I think it's pretty obvious that there are happy five year olds under those Wolfman masks," he said gently, and kissed Derek's cheek.
"Yeah, or maybe your boyfriend sneaking up behind you," Derek grumbled. He slid one hand down to cup Spencer's ass, then groaned when he heard the ghoul moaning outside the door.
Spencer sucked in a breath at the touch, and then laughed at Derek's reaction to the noise at the door. He tugged his mask back on to go answer, asking each of the kids who they were as he gave them candy, and then settled back in Derek's lap. He pulled the mask off until it was hanging off the back of his head, and kissed Derek soundly.
"Ugh, don't," Derek said, holding a hand up to press against Spencer's chest. "Not with that thing on your head. Please." It made him feel like spiders were crawling over his skin. He couldn't explain it any better than he already had, but he couldn't ignore it, either.
Spencer snorted and tossed it off. "Do I need to take the noose off too?" he asked.
Derek frowned. "It doesn't creep me out like the mask does," he said, and kissed Spencer fervently. "I can't help it," he murmured between kisses. "I'm sorry."
Spencer traced his fingertips over Derek's neck and throat and deepened the kisses. "Mmm," he hummed, and pressed down against Derek. "I love you."
Derek groaned faintly, pleased at those words. He pulled Spencer closer and groped his ass. He should have said he would go to the party, just to make Spencer happy. He liked making Spencer happy. But maybe he could make up for it in another way. "Sexy," he murmured, sliding one hand up to rest on Spencer's thigh.
"Yeah?" Spencer murmured because he liked hearing Derek say it. His lips were teasing against Derek's, and his fingers played down Derek's shirt and slipped under it.
And then the ghoul moaned and there was a knock at the door. Spencer pulled back to take a big, steadying breath and tried to pull away.
"Don't," Derek whispered, tightening his arm around Spencer. He nuzzled the slender neck.
Spencer was tempted to stay, and melted into the touch a little, humming happily. Then he pulled back. "They're waiting for me."
"They're just hoping someone will give them sugar," Derek murmured. He licked Spencer's jaw. "I'll give you a little sugar," he added teasingly.
That sent a shiver down Spencer's spine. The touch of Derek's tongue, not his words. The words made Spencer laugh, and he pushed back fully and gave Derek a look. "After they start tapering off," he murmured, gave Derek a chaste kiss, and went to answer the door.
Derek sighed and slumped back against the couch. How could trick-or-treaters be more interesting than he was? He shook his head and adjusted himself in his pants. "This isn't fair," he muttered.
Spencer shut the door and pursed his lips at Derek. "They're kids. Don't you like kids?"
"I like kids fine," Derek said. "But you're the one giving out all the treats, and I'm not getting enough attention." He stuck out his lower lip and gave Spencer a pouty look.
Spencer tilted his head and stared at Derek for a moment. Then he sighed and crossed the room to straddle Derek again. "You could hand the candy out next time," he suggested, mostly because he knew that wasn't the point.
"I'm not wearing a costume. They don't want candy from me." Derek slid his arms around Spencer, then moved, lifting him and turning to drop him gently on the couch. Grinning triumphantly, he climbed on top of Spencer.
Spencer gasped softly, and he wanted to protest, but Derek's smile was infectious and the weight of his body was nice. Still... "You get plenty of attention."
"Mmm, not enough," Derek said, leaning down to mouth at Spencer's neck.
Spencer let out a little groan and pressed up against Derek's mouth. At this rate, if he didn't stop it, he might a little too excited to be decent enough to answer the next knock. He slipped his hands down to Derek's ass and pulled them together. "This isn't fair."
"What isn't fair?" Derek murmured, rolling his hips against Spencer's. "How sexy you are?" He couldn't help feeling smug; he knew he could distract Spencer from Halloween now.
"I can't answer the door hard, and you know it," Spencer complained, but he couldn't help not sounding like he cared much, as a moan cut through the middle of the sentence.
Derek laughed against Spencer's skin, then growled in frustration as the damn ghoul went off again. "I am gonna rip that thing off your door," he murmured, and nipped at Spencer's jaw.
"Nnn," Spencer replied unhappily, and then pushed gently at Derek's chest. "Up."
Derek sighed and got up, but pressed a hand against Spencer's shoulder. "Let me," he said, his tone grumbly. He grabbed the mask off the coffee table and pulled it on, scrunching his face up but managing not to shudder as it touched his skin. Then he went over and jerked the door open, making the ghost, witch, and...blonde pop star?...outside the door shriek. He couldn't quite repress a laugh as he handed out the Dum-Dums and Smarties. "Happy Halloween," he told them, making another face at the sound of his voice inside the mask. They went to the next door happy, though, and he shut the door, jerking the mask off as soon as humanly possible.
Spencer hadn't moved from where Derek had put him, mostly because he was just staring in amazement at Morgan, and partly because the kids couldn't see him from this angle. He was grinning when Derek came back, and he knew the delight at Derek having done that was plain on his face. "You could have done without making them scream," he said, his voice warm and his eyes narrowing in near gleeful amusement.
Derek glared at him. "All I did was open the door," he said, but Spencer's reaction warmed him. "And that mask is smelly. Where do you keep it, at the bottom of your closet?" He climbed on top of Spencer again and kissed him hard.
Spencer sucked in a breath, the kiss sending a rush of warmth through him. He returned it happily, sliding his hands up under the back of Derek's shirt. "All Halloween masks smell," he breathed between kisses.
"Another reason not to like them," Derek said, and ran his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Do you know how happy that made me?" Spencer murmured, kissing Derek again and then biting lightly along Derek's jaw.
Derek gasped and arched his head back. "I hoped it would," he replied. "Mmm, maybe you could show me."
Spencer hooked a leg around Derek's and rocked his hips up against Derek's with a little groan. "You should take me to bed so I can fuck you," he breathed. "That good enough?"
"That--" Derek broke off with a moan. "Sounds perfect." He kissed Spencer hungrily.
The ghoul sounded and Spencer drew in a shaky breath, turning his head to look at the door. Fuck. He still wanted to answer, even if he shouldn't. It was almost compulsion.
"Nnnnh, ignore it," Derek breathed, grinding his hips against Spencer's. "Fuck me."
Spencer whimpered, those words making it an even stupider idea to answer, as they went straight to his cock. "Der--ek," he panted.
"You know how much you want to have me on my back begging for you," Derek whispered, pressing his lips against Spencer's ear. "Fuck me, Spence. Please."
Spencer's breath went ragged, and he turned his head back so that his cheek was brushing Derek's. He darted a glance back at the door, still feeling mildly guilty, but whispered in Derek's ear anyway. "Maybe I just want to bend you over the bed," he said. They both knew he wouldn't--he always preferred to be able to see Derek--but it was still fun to talk like this.
"Mmm, maybe I'll let you do anything to me you want to, as long as you talk like that," Derek replied, sliding his fingers under Spencer's shirt and scratching lightly at his back. "Want you so much."
Spencer hissed and pulled Derek closer to him. "Carry me to bed," he murmured, smiling against Derek's lips.
"Yes, sir," Derek murmured, rocking his hips down against Spencer's, then straightened up, pulling Spencer with him. "Anything you say." He got to his feet and lifted Spencer, giving him a chance to wrap his legs around Derek's waist, then headed for the bedroom.
Spencer locked his ankles around Derek's back and helped Derek hold him up, loving the strength in Derek's body. "Love the way you feel," he breathed into Derek's ear.
Derek just groaned and ran one hand up Spencer's back into his hair. When they reached the bed, he didn't set Spencer down, but lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, with Spencer in his lap. "Love you," he murmured.
Spencer smiled and slid his hands up Derek's shirt to push it off, breaking their kisses for a moment as the fabric passed between them and Spencer tossed it aside. "Halloween hunnies?" he breathed.
"You deserved that," Derek said, trying to glare at him.
"You know I get jealous," Spencer replied, which was true. He couldn't stand the way far too many women looked at his boyfriend, and the way Derek often looked back, ever if Spencer knew he wasn't really looking anywhere but at him.
"Nnh, and you know I don't want anyone but you," Derek whispered, bringing his hands up to frame Spencer's face for a moment. His glare melted entirely as he looked up at his lover and brushed the hair from his eyes. "No one compares to you, pretty boy." He slid his hands down to work at Spencer's shirt buttons. "I'd never let anyone fuck me but you."
Spencer looked down to watch Derek's hands for a moment, smiling, and then he ran a hand up Derek's chest. "I know," he whispered, and it sent warmth through him because he knew how much that really meant. He licked his lips and brushed his thumb over Derek's' nipple, then leaned in to kiss Derek again.
Derek moaned into the kiss, arching against Spencer. He fumbled the last of the buttons open and pushed Spencer's shirt off, then pressed their chests together. "Need you," he breathed, mouthing at Spencer's jaw.
"Lie down," Spencer murmured, and then re-adjusted to allow Derek to do it. When Derek had moved up the bed, Spencer followed and licked up his neck before kissing him, his fingers working open the button of Derek's jeans.
"God, yes," Derek murmured, lifting his hips. He stroked his hands down Spencer's back, enjoying the lean planes of his body. "Spence, yes."
Spencer smiled against Derek's skin, and mouthed along his jaw. "You cheat when you call me that, and you know it," he breathed. He shifted to slide his hands down Derek's arms and take his wrists, then gently moved them above his head and guided his fingers around the headboard slats. "Hold, please," he whispered, and then slid down to start tugging Derek's jeans off.
Derek let out a faint whimper but obeyed, watching Spencer's face hungrily. "Can't help it," he murmured. "You're so fucking sexy." He loved it when Spencer took charge like this. Spencer was thorough about everything he did, though sometimes, when it came to sex, his enthusiasm overrode that. When he was deliberate and assertive about it, he got Derek's body singing with lust. "God, Spence." Derek arched his back more, watching him.
Spencer pulled Derek's pants and boxers off, then licked a stripe up Derek's cock, teasing. He moved up to trace a line of muscle over Derek's stomach, loving the way Derek responded under him. "Mmm," he hummed, and then looked up at Derek, sitting back a bit. "Stay here." He got off the bed and started back towards the kitchen.
"I--hey!" Derek managed, starting to move, then slumping back in disappointment. He trusted Spencer. He obviously had something in mind, but Derek wanted him now. "Spence," he said, a slightly whiny note creeping into his voice.
Spencer was grinning by the time he got back, especially when he saw that Derek hadn't moved. "I didn't have any candy tonight," he said conversationally, then moved back to the bed, setting a large bottle of chocolate syrup on the bedside table, and then stripping off his pants and underwear. "Do you mind?"
Derek's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "I told you anything you wanted," he said hoarsely. He'd never done this, but he was more than happy to indulge Spencer's curiosity. "But if you don't touch me soon I'm going to go crazy," he added.
Spencer climbed over Derek again, positioning himself so that his weight was pressing against Derek's erection. He drew a hand down the inside of one of Derek's arms to his chest and then leaned over to lick along Derek's jaw, rolling his hips against Derek's. "'He that can have patience, can have what he will,'" Spencer breathed. He scraped his teeth over Derek's Adam's apple. "Benjamin Franklin."
Derek let out another whimper and arched against him. "Oh, God, Spence," he managed, stroking his hands up Spencer's back and burying one hand in Spencer's hair. "Love how you touch me." He loved how Spencer quoted things when they were having sex. He'd never admit it, but he loved it.
Spencer nipped a little harder at Derek's throat, and reached back to push Derek's hands back up to the headboard. "I said please." He moved with Derek when he squirmed under him again, liking how strong he felt. He knew that Derek didn't have to give him this kind of surrender--he knew he wouldn't give anyone else this kind of surrender. He sat back and smiled down at Derek, his eyes hungry, then flipped open the cap of the chocolate sauce. He drew a fingertip from Derek's lower lip down his throat and chest and then followed it with a thin line of syrup. "Keep talking," he murmured, then ducked his head to start lapping up the syrup from Derek's chest.
Derek's chest hitched as pleasure shivered through him from what Spencer was doing, and he gripped the headboard again obediently. "I want to touch you," Derek protested, knowing Spencer would back down if he insisted, but trusting that Spencer also knew this was part of the play. "You're so gorgeous. Your body is so sexy, lean and strong. God!"
Spencer's smile grew wider. "'We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us,'" he murmured, wondering when Derek was going to get tired of Spencer quoting at him. "Francois Rabelais." He licked up Derek's throat to suck at his lower lip, mouthing at the sticky sweetness there.
"Nnnh," Derek said, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. "'m having sex with Bartlett's Quotations," he said, his voice gaspy. He hooked a leg around Spencer's, wondering if that was allowed or if he'd be stopped.
Spencer laughed and wiggled a little under Derek's leg. "Too bad I don't have a quote about shutting up on tap," he murmured, then sat up again, pushing Derek's leg off, to drizzle little spirals of chocolate around Derek's nipples. He swooped down to lick up the side of Derek's chest when a little rivulet formed on one side and started slipping dangerously towards his sheets.
Derek gasped and arched, staring at Spencer. "T--torture," he managed. "They teach you this in evil genius school?" Spencer had told him to keep talking, but he was already in danger of losing his ability for coherent thought.
"Mmm, yeah," Spencer murmured, then dragged the flat of his tongue over Derek's nipple, moaning softly. God, he should have done this sooner. If he could just figure out a way to work coffee into this, they might never leave his bedroom. "Same unit as building mechanical appendages and the nobility of Khan."
Derek choked out a noise that was half laughter and half whimper. "Passed with flying colors, didn't you?" he asked, shifting his grip on the headboard.
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer hummed and circled his tongue around the other nipple. "We're definitely, definitely doing this again," he murmured, then bit lightly at Derek's' nipple before sucking at it to get the last of the chocolate.
"Gah!" Derek managed, jerking and then tensing his muscles. His cock throbbed from the desire racing through him. "Spence, Spence," he panted, watching him from half-lowered lids.
Spencer slid lower and drew a line of chocolate from Derek's stomach down one thigh, and then back up and down the other. He leaned over and started following the trail, his mouth wet against Derek's skin, until he met one knee and scraped his teeth against it. He licked a steady stripe back up Derek's leg to his stomach. "Tell me how you feel," he whispered, and started following the other line of chocolate, purposely ignoring Derek's cock.
"I--ah--ahh--" Derek tightened his fingers on the headboard and turned his head, pressing his face against his arm. "Horny! Frustrated. God, Spence!" The muscles of his arms jumped as he tried not to move under the onslaught of pleasure.
That dissolved all of Spencer's cool for a moment and he started laughing against Derek's leg, pausing to press his forehead to Derek's knee, where it wasn't sticky, until he managed to get his amusement under control. He finally looked up, grinning broadly. He got the last of the chocolate off Derek's leg, watching him from the corner of his eye, and then licked up the underside of Derek's cock in an effort to wipe the scowl (which had resulted from Spencer's laughter) off his lover's face.
Derek made a strangled noise as Spencer finally touched his cock. One hand came off the headboard, but he jerked it back before actually touching Spencer's hair. "God, yes, touch me!" he panted.
Spencer gripped the base of Derek's cock and sat back to squeeze a generous amount of chocolate over the head, holding Derek's gaze as it dripped down over the shaft and then closing his lips around it. He sucked gently at first, and then slid his lips down to catch the rest of the chocolate with a little moan.
"Oh, God," Derek breathed, his gaze riveted on Spencer's. The slither of syrup, followed so quickly by the wet heat of Spencer's mouth, was incredible. "Oh, you feel so good."
Spencer groaned around Derek's cock in reply. It was sort of amazing how much he really enjoyed the feel of Derek's cock in his mouth, the weight of it against his tongue. He flipped the cap of the bottle shut and let it fall to the floor beside the bed, then swallowed most of the chocolate. When he pulled back, he flicked his tongue at the slit, and moaned again at the lingering taste of chocolate mixed with the slightly salty taste of precome.
Derek whimpered, the headboard creaking a little as he tensed his arms and arched his head back, trying not to thrust up into Spencer's mouth. He knew Spencer could take it, but Derek suspected he wasn't supposed to move like that. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, breathing hard and watching Spencer hungrily.
Spencer glanced up to meet Derek's gaze, knowing too well what the squirming meant, and as much as Spencer liked it, he also liked that Derek was playing by the rules here and restraining more than just his hands. He pulled back and flicked his tongue teasingly against Derek's prick and kissed the head. "Tell me what you want to do right now," he whispered, his own cock growing more insistent for release at the thought of it, and took Derek deeper.
"I--ahh--I want to touch you! I want to fuck your mouth!" Derek shivered, groaning. He wanted so much, and he loved that Spencer could make him feel like this. "I want you inside me!"
Spencer's lips stretched into a little smile around Derek's cock. One thing at a time, he thought, and rolled his hips against the mattress. He reached up awkwardly and curled his fingers around one of Derek's hands, a silent command to leave them where they were, and then pulled his lips off Derek to murmur, "Do it," before swallowing Derek's prick again.
Derek groaned again and let his hips jerk, gasping at the pleasure that pulsed through him at that. "Nnuh!" he managed, thrusting again deliberately. He watched Spencer's face, aroused by the sight of his cock sliding between Spencer's lips.
Spencer moaned, then slid his hand down Derek's body and gripped Derek's ass, enjoying the way he felt thrusting up. Spencer thrust against the bed, thrills of want pulsing though him as he pushed up a little, his hands encouraging Derek. He pulled off briefly to whisper, "Harder; I want to taste you... And get the lube."
"Shouldn't've--covered me--in chocolate, then," Derek gasped, obeying automatically. "Spence--" He broke off and flung one arm out vaguely in the direction of the bedside table, though he was too wrapped up in Spencer's mouth to make any real attempt for the lube.
Spencer looked over at Derek's hand, and then pressed a palm against Derek's hip, stopping the thrusting, the 'this doesn't continue unless you do what I say' implicit.
Derek groaned and gave him an imploring look, then fumbled more intentionally for the drawer of the bedside table. He got the lube and offered it as meekly as possible to Spencer. "Please," he breathed. It sent thrills through him whenever Spencer got like this, which was happening more often as their relationship progressed. He loved the assertive side of Spencer's nature, and how in control he could be when they fucked.
Spencer took the little tube, his eyes narrowing at Derek in appreciation, and then moved his hand to nudge at Derek's hip again. He slicked a finger, and circled Derek's entrance until Derek was moaning again, and then slid it inside, seeking out Derek's prostate immediately.
Derek let out a wordless cry, his entire body jerking with the burst of pleasure that sent through him. "Good, good," he panted. "God, Spencer, more, please! More!"
Spencer groaned at the reaction and thrust hard against the mattress a few times, giving his body a little of the pleasure it was demanding before stilling his hips again with a little whimper. He pushed inside deeper and pressed a little harder, rubbing against the spot that he knew would undo his lover.
Derek moaned and arched, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He came hard, his entire body shaking from the flood of overwhelming pleasure. He melted against the bed, gasping for breath and watching Spencer.
Spencer moaned as Morgan pulsed into his mouth, enjoying the clench of Derek's muscles around his finger. He pulled back and licked the corner of his mouth where he could feel there was still chocolate, and gazed at his sated lover, then leaned down to kiss Derek's hip. "Mmm, you can let go now," he murmured, starting to move his finger again in tiny circles, just to keep Derek relaxed and open to him, but not overstimulate Derek.
Derek let out a faint whimper and immediately dropped his hands to run through Spencer's hair and over his shoulders. "God, you're so sexy," he breathed, letting his eyes fall slowly closed.
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, glad for the touch after so long, even if he'd been the one to suggest the no touching rule. "I love that you let me do that."
"Only you," Derek murmured, stroking his fingers along Spencer's jaw. "I would never let anyone else have me. I love it when you give orders like that."
"I like giving them," Spencer whispered. "Thank you." It was probably silly to say thanks, but Spencer never got to be like that anywhere else, and it was nice to be in control for a change. He smiled and shifted his hips with a little groan, trying to ignore the pulsing of his cock for a moment and letting his finger slide a little deeper into Morgan. "Do you still want me?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Derek breathed, urging Spencer to move up. "More than anything, please," he murmured.
Spencer paused halfway up Derek's body and kissed his chest, then wiggled his finger. "Do you need more?" he murmured, sliding a second finger in before he moved too much that it was an awkward angle.
"More of you," Derek murmured, looking down at him warmly. He ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, loving the way it felt.
Spencer withdrew his fingers carefully and leaned up to kiss Derek, letting his weight press against Derek's body. Then he frowned. "You're sticky," he complained.
"Oh, whose fault is that?" Derek murmured, wrapping his arms around Spencer and pulling him close for a hungry kiss.
Spencer hummed happily into the kiss and returned it, even if the sticky was a little distracting. He reached down for the lube and slicked his cock, whimpering at the way his body begged for more, then positioned himself against Derek's entrance. "Mine, but it was so worth it," he whispered.
"It was fantastic," Derek replied, stroking one hand down to cup Spencer's ass. "God, you're so sexy. I love how you feel against me."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, and drew his nose along Derek's jaw as he pushed inside slowly. "Oh, fuck." His body lit up, coursing with need already after being denied so long. "Tell me you want me," he whispered, moving inside Derek with little, shallow rocking motions.
"God, yes, Spence. I want you so much." Derek ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His other hand squeezed lightly encouraging Spencer to thrust harder.
Spencer whimpered and started moving a little faster, not wanting to move too fast just yet because he was already thrumming with need. "Tell me... Ungh-- tell me something."
"You make me happy," Derek murmured, running his hands over Spencer's skin. "You always know just how to drive me crazy in the best way possible."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, the sound dissolving into a groan, and his hips moved faster, his body seeking out release as he slid his hand up to trace his fingertips over Morgan scalp. "More."
"I love sleeping with you," Derek said, slinging a leg around Spencer's hips. "You make everything more fun. And you're so sexy, I can never get enough of you."
"Nnnhh." Spencer mouthed along Derek's jaw, his breath leaving him the harder he thrust, the more hazy his mind grew. Somehow, through the haze, he did want to make sure Derek was liking this, though, considering he'd already came. "Feel good?" he panted against Derek's skin, his fingers curling against Derek's hip as he moved faster. "God!"
"Yes," Derek breathed, pulling him in harder. He was enjoying the need in Spencer's body, as well as the little bursts of pleasure when Spencer's thrusts pushed across his prostate. "Take what you want, Spence."
Those words, that offer of complete surrender, sent a jolt of lust through Spencer, and he let go. His thrusts were slow and staggered, but hard and demanding anyway, for a moment, and then he sped, taking everything, loosing himself to the pleasure as it built, little moans and cries escaping him. "Derek-- Derek--" he breathed, kissing Derek deeply and then drawing back to catch Derek's lower lip in his teeth for a moment. "Mmhh, close!"
God, that felt good. Derek ran his hands over every part of Spencer he could reach, gasping and moaning. "Yes, yes," he murmured, squeezing his muscles around Spencer's cock and arching under him. "Come, Spence. Come inside me!"
Spencer made a strangled noise, his body tightening, and then he came hard, rocking against Derek until he was spent. He groaned, barely able to breath and even less capable of thought, and then collapsed against Derek.
Derek smiled, sliding his arms around Spencer and stroking his hair. "God, that's good," he breathed. "You needing me like that, you inside me. I love you, Spence." He turned his head and kissed Spencer's hair, feeling utterly happy.
Spencer smiled and drew a long breath. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he hummed as he let the breath out, and it was all he could manage in reply.
That made Derek laugh and tighten his arms around Spencer. "Hope you weren't planning on giving out any more candy tonight," he murmured. "Because I don't think either of us should leave this bed."
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer agreed, and slid off Derek to his side, frowning as their skin stuck together. "Ugh, need a shower," he murmured, but closed his eyes and didn't move.
Derek snorted and nuzzled Spencer's jaw. "Later." He kissed Spencer's cheek, smiling. "I guess I know which I got."
Spencer smiled, and kissed Derek's jaw. "Treat?"
"Definitely." He rolled onto his side and snuggled against Spencer. "Guess maybe Halloween isn't so bad."
"I hate to say I told you so," Spencer said, grinning. "But I totally did."
"Huh." Derek decided that didn't need a response, other than another kiss.
Spencer hummed happily into the kiss, then pulled Derek closer. "Wasn't exactly candy, but the syrup was ultimately more exciting than putting a Tootsie Roll on your chest and waiting for it to melt."
Derek laughed. "I think you'd have a long wait," he murmured. He tilted his head then, listening. "Think I should've turned off the ghoul earlier." He smiled and kissed Spencer's chest.
Spencer laughed softly. "You should go turn off the light, at least. And you can clean up a bit while you're up, and bring me a warm washcloth."
"Oh, I can, can I?" Derek teased. "You expect me to be able to move after the way you fucked me?" He stroked a hand down Spencer's side and kissed his chest again. He would move in a minute.
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer replied, running his fingers over Derek's arm. "And bring me some Smarties too."
"Bossy boy," Derek muttered, but he lifted his head and kissed Spencer deeply, then rolled away and climbed out of bed. He headed for the bathroom first, where he got cleaned up and warmed a washcloth for Spencer. Detouring back past the bedroom, he tossed the washcloth at Spencer and snagged a pair of boxers, just in case there were trick-or-treaters still around. Then he went to deal with the ghoul and turn off the light.
A quick trip to the kitchen for water and Smarties, and he headed for the bed, flicking off most of the lights on the way.
Spencer watched the lights go off, pleased that Derek knew just how much light Spencer needed not to panic, and then smiled at his lover. "Boxers back off," he breathed.
Derek made a show of bowing elaborately, then dropped the boxers on the floor. "Do you want me to feed you the Smarties, too?" he asked, crawling onto the bed and eyeing Spencer in amusement.
Spencer kissed Derek and snatched the Smarties out of his hand. "No, but I won't rule out feeding me grapes and fanning me with palm leaves at a later time."
"You don't want much out of life." Derek set down the water glasses and tackled Spencer--gently--to steal another kiss.
Spencer groaned, but returned the kiss happily, then pulled Derek down against him, the candy clutched in his hand. He stroked his fingers down Derek's jaw and kissed him again, then opened the wrapper and tossed a few candies into his mouth. "Can you believe we're working with David Rossi?"
"Oh my God, Spencer, you have got to get over this," Derek said. "Seriously, he's only human." He pushed himself back up onto one elbow to glare at his lover. "And if you keep this up, I'm gonna get jealous."
"Derek, how can you not be excited?!" Spencer said, but he kissed Derek anyway, hoping to wipe that expression off Derek's face. "How can you not want to just lock yourself in a room with him and make him answer every question you can think of? He's one of the most fascinating people in the BAU's entire history!"
"Mmm." Derek kissed Spencer again. "No, he's one of the oldest. You're the most fascinating, and if you ever think of locking yourself in a room with him, I'll be kicking doors in." To emphasize his words, he nipped sharply at Spencer's jaw. "Enough about Rossi, or you're sleeping on the couch."
Spencer gasped softly and then snorted. "Oh, you mean my couch in my apartment?"
"Yeah. Deal with it." Derek covered Spencer's mouth with his palm and snuggled against him again.
Spencer licked his palm, and waited for Derek to move his hand. "I bet David Rossi would never try to silence me like that," he murmured, teasing and grinning now.
"Yeah, because if he did, I'd shoot him," Derek muttered. "Shut up about David Rossi."
"Am I going to make you grumpy again?" Spencer whispered, barely containing his amusement.
"Yes." Derek glared at him again and started pushing him towards the edge of the bed.
Spencer gasped, and then clung to Derek's arms. "If you do it, you're coming with me!" he warned, but he knew if Derek wanted to, he'd be off the bed alone in a heart beat.
Derek paused and lifted his eyebrows, watching Spencer. "No more talking about Dave Rossi, particularly in our bed?" he prompted. His pose made it clear he would continue pushing if he got an answer he didn't like, though of course he had no intentions of actually pushing Spencer out of bed.
"My bed," Spencer argued, but his eyes were warm on Derek's.
"You know what I mean," Derek said, and leaned in to kiss him.
"Okay, okay," Spencer murmured, and waited for Derek to let him close again. He snuggled up next to Derek. "Our bed," he amended softly, popping another Smarty into his mouth.
"Mmm." Derek slid his arms around Spencer and kissed his cheek. "Good," he murmured. He settled against his lover and smiled. Despite his apprehensions, Halloween had turned out great, after all.
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
WC: ~7,700
Kinks: It gets a little sticky. Highlight between stars if you must know: *chocolate play!*
Summary: Derek goes to Spencer's apartment on Halloween night to sulk. (Set just after 'About Face'.)
Oh, that? Had been fun. Spencer hadn't exactly been expecting his lover to freak out like he had, but the expression on Derek's face (as much as Spencer could see though the tiny eye holes in his Frankenstein mask) was better than anything. Maybe not ever, but it was close.
Of course, Derek had gotten him back. It was subtle, but as Derek told Emily about getting some 'Halloween hunnies', Spencer knew it was for his benefit--a gentle dig about Derek's prowess, a tiny 'you know, I have other options beside people who decide to scare me in front of the team'. If they'd been alone, Spencer would have demonstrated why Derek wouldn't want anyone but him with a tongue lashing of the verbal and physical variety, and Derek would have let him and enjoyed it, and then conceded the point... but the BAU wasn't exactly the place for demonstrations of that sort.
His boyfriend hated Halloween. It was nearly impossible to believe, and Spencer would have pressed, but then David Rossi had walked into the BAU, and his heart jumped into his throat and stayed there for the rest of the day. And for the rest of the case. And Spencer thought it might stay there for the rest of his life, so long as he worked with Rossi, and that left him very little time to even think about Halloween until the case was over, and they were handing out candy.
It made Spencer feel good again. He felt more centered after the case seeing it, and he wasn't the best with kids, but he loved to see the happiness on their faces as the team dropped candy into their pumpkin shaped baskets.
Derek hadn't forgotten about Halloween. There was no way to forget about it, with costumes and decorations everywhere. He didn't mind the spooky aspect of it, but the idea of pretending to be someone else, the way people hid their identities...there was something about it that gave him the shivers. Maybe because he'd had to live with Carl Buford's pretense for twenty years; that would sour anyone on Halloween, he thought.
Of course, Garcia had a kickass Halloween party she wanted them to go to, and Derek had finally resorted to pretending to be sick to get out of it. Spencer--or maybe it was Prentiss, Derek wasn't sure--had ratted on him, and now Garcia was giving him grief about being scared of Halloween, too.
Derek had told Spencer to go on to the party without him, but Spencer had insisted it wouldn't be as much fun without him, so they were now hanging out in Spencer's apartment, where the front door had some motion-sensing ghoul head hanging on it and a huge bowl of candy by the front door. Derek was stretched out on the couch, sulking.
Spencer kept poking his head out of the kitchen, watching Derek. He knew he should be a little more sympathetic, but he couldn't wipe the huge grin off his face. It seemed to only make Derek's frown deepen. The fact that Spencer had the noose back around his neck and his Frankenstein head by the door next to the candy bowl didn't help. "Witches' Brew?"
"Thanks, but no," Derek said. He'd already snagged a bottle of beer out of Spencer's fridge, and even though it was almost empty, he didn't feel like indulging this annoying new aspect of his lover's personality.
Spencer frowned and went back in the kitchen. "You're getting one anyway," he said, and started mixing the punch.
"Why'd you even ask, then?" Derek muttered. He flipped on the TV, but the scary movies only reminded him that they should be snuggling on the couch together, and there was hardly anything else on at this point. Maybe he ought to just go to bed.
"You don't have to drink it," Spencer said. Once he had the vodka in the glasses, he pulled out the dry ice he'd gotten especially for the night, and dropped a chunk in both their drinks. He headed out to his living room. No one could possibly sulk with 'steaming' drinks. "Ooooh," he said in his 'spooky' voice, and settled next to Derek, planting a kiss on his cheek and handing a drink over. "You can just appreciate it for the dry ice. I don't care," he murmured against Derek's cheek, then pulled back to sip his drink.
Derek scowled at him, but couldn't keep the expression. "What the hell's in this?" he asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously. He wasn't sure whether the fact that it was smoking made it cool or just gross. He suspected cool, which made him even more inclined to sulk, except he also had a feeling he was seriously dampening Spencer's mood.
Spencer grinned and circled his palm over his drink as if casting a spell on it. "'Eye of newt, and toe of frog, wool of bat, and tongue of dog...'" Morgan was just staring at him. Spencer swallowed. "Shakespeare," he explained. Morgan's expression didn't change, so Spencer sighed and said, "I told you; it's Witches' Brew," then looked at the TV. "Bride of Chuckie? Honestly? I think I have Nightmare on Elm Street." He looked hopefully at Derek, but then his smile faded a little at Derek's expression. "Or we could watch the news."
Derek sighed and reached up, tugging Spencer down for a kiss. "You are the weirdest guy I know," he murmured, then lay down again, shifting to rest his head in Spencer's lap. "I don't really care what we watch."
Spencer smiled faintly, his lips pressed together, and stroked a hand over Derek's head. "If the ghoul sounds, you're going to have to get up," he murmured.
"Huh," Derek said, but he didn't move except to get more comfortable. "If we're watching scary movies, I won't hear the ghoul." He felt sort of guilty for being such a downer. It was rare to see Spencer so childishly gleeful about anything, and it was nice seeing him actually look his age for once.
"I will," Spencer said, then sighed and settled down a bit on the couch, watching the evil doll without really thinking too much about it. They'd gotten back late from the case and the trick or treaters were slowing. "And they'll knock after that."
Derek snorted but didn't argue. He slid his hand up along Spencer's arm, his fingers trailing over bare skin.
Spencer didn't say anything either; he just watched the TV. He had to admit he felt decidedly less excited since he'd sat down. "How can someone pout with dry ice in their drink?" he asked finally.
"Pout?" Derek said, surprised. "Who's pouting?" He was, obviously, but he wasn't about to admit it. "I'm just utterly creeped out by just about everything happening tonight."
Spencer sighed. "I should have gone to the party," he said, trying for a teasing tone. Then the ghoul sounded and there was a knock at the door, and Spencer shoved lightly at Derek and went to answer it, pulling on his mask. The kids were cute. Spencer was glad they never stuck around long, but they were at least enthusiastic, unlike his boyfriend. When Spencer got back to the couch he pulled off the mask and settled next to Derek again.
Derek glared at him. "See, this is another reason not to like Halloween. You're paying more attention to those kids than to me. I don't see what you like about this."
"I didn't invite any of those kids inside to share my couch." Spencer frowned at Derek. "One night of the year, I like kids." He picked up his drink and took a sip. "You should drink your Witches' Brew. Maybe you'd relax."
"Raeeeerr," Morgan replied, and took a sip of his drink. "One night of the year they like you. Because you're bribing them."
Spencer's frown deepened. "I have enough dry ice to dump down your pants if I'm so inclined."
"Okay, seriously, why do you like Halloween?" Morgan asked, and took another sip. It actually tasted pretty good.
"Because one night a year, these kids can be anything they want to be!" Spencer said, turning to Derek and smiling faintly. "They don't have to be what they are every day; they can be Superman, if they want to be." He shrugged slightly.
Derek sighed. "I suppose I can see the appeal in that," he murmured, thinking of what he knew about Spencer's childhood. "But I'm not sure why you still like dressing up."
Spencer shrugged. "I never got to be Superman enough when I was little?" he said, leaning against Derek to rest his head on his shoulder and draw his nose along Derek's jaw.
"Hmm." Derek turned his head and kissed Spencer. "But I like who you are."
Spencer smiled and then kissed along Derek's jaw. "I like being able to be a kid." The words were a little bittersweet, but he drew his tongue along Derek's neck anyway.
Derek sighed and looped his arm around Spencer, holding him close. "Damn it, I never win arguments with you," he muttered, and kissed Spencer's ear. "I love you, but you drive me crazy."
Spencer smiled, laughing softly against Derek's skin, and then shifted to climb into Derek's lap, putting his drink down as he did. "How can you hate it?"
"It's just..." Derek finished his drink and wrapped both arms around Spencer. "Creepy. People pretending to be what they're not. People hiding their faces behind a false face. You think you know who someone is, and you turn out to be wrong." He shuddered.
Spencer frowned and settled closer, liking the way Derek was holding him. "I think it's pretty obvious that there are happy five year olds under those Wolfman masks," he said gently, and kissed Derek's cheek.
"Yeah, or maybe your boyfriend sneaking up behind you," Derek grumbled. He slid one hand down to cup Spencer's ass, then groaned when he heard the ghoul moaning outside the door.
Spencer sucked in a breath at the touch, and then laughed at Derek's reaction to the noise at the door. He tugged his mask back on to go answer, asking each of the kids who they were as he gave them candy, and then settled back in Derek's lap. He pulled the mask off until it was hanging off the back of his head, and kissed Derek soundly.
"Ugh, don't," Derek said, holding a hand up to press against Spencer's chest. "Not with that thing on your head. Please." It made him feel like spiders were crawling over his skin. He couldn't explain it any better than he already had, but he couldn't ignore it, either.
Spencer snorted and tossed it off. "Do I need to take the noose off too?" he asked.
Derek frowned. "It doesn't creep me out like the mask does," he said, and kissed Spencer fervently. "I can't help it," he murmured between kisses. "I'm sorry."
Spencer traced his fingertips over Derek's neck and throat and deepened the kisses. "Mmm," he hummed, and pressed down against Derek. "I love you."
Derek groaned faintly, pleased at those words. He pulled Spencer closer and groped his ass. He should have said he would go to the party, just to make Spencer happy. He liked making Spencer happy. But maybe he could make up for it in another way. "Sexy," he murmured, sliding one hand up to rest on Spencer's thigh.
"Yeah?" Spencer murmured because he liked hearing Derek say it. His lips were teasing against Derek's, and his fingers played down Derek's shirt and slipped under it.
And then the ghoul moaned and there was a knock at the door. Spencer pulled back to take a big, steadying breath and tried to pull away.
"Don't," Derek whispered, tightening his arm around Spencer. He nuzzled the slender neck.
Spencer was tempted to stay, and melted into the touch a little, humming happily. Then he pulled back. "They're waiting for me."
"They're just hoping someone will give them sugar," Derek murmured. He licked Spencer's jaw. "I'll give you a little sugar," he added teasingly.
That sent a shiver down Spencer's spine. The touch of Derek's tongue, not his words. The words made Spencer laugh, and he pushed back fully and gave Derek a look. "After they start tapering off," he murmured, gave Derek a chaste kiss, and went to answer the door.
Derek sighed and slumped back against the couch. How could trick-or-treaters be more interesting than he was? He shook his head and adjusted himself in his pants. "This isn't fair," he muttered.
Spencer shut the door and pursed his lips at Derek. "They're kids. Don't you like kids?"
"I like kids fine," Derek said. "But you're the one giving out all the treats, and I'm not getting enough attention." He stuck out his lower lip and gave Spencer a pouty look.
Spencer tilted his head and stared at Derek for a moment. Then he sighed and crossed the room to straddle Derek again. "You could hand the candy out next time," he suggested, mostly because he knew that wasn't the point.
"I'm not wearing a costume. They don't want candy from me." Derek slid his arms around Spencer, then moved, lifting him and turning to drop him gently on the couch. Grinning triumphantly, he climbed on top of Spencer.
Spencer gasped softly, and he wanted to protest, but Derek's smile was infectious and the weight of his body was nice. Still... "You get plenty of attention."
"Mmm, not enough," Derek said, leaning down to mouth at Spencer's neck.
Spencer let out a little groan and pressed up against Derek's mouth. At this rate, if he didn't stop it, he might a little too excited to be decent enough to answer the next knock. He slipped his hands down to Derek's ass and pulled them together. "This isn't fair."
"What isn't fair?" Derek murmured, rolling his hips against Spencer's. "How sexy you are?" He couldn't help feeling smug; he knew he could distract Spencer from Halloween now.
"I can't answer the door hard, and you know it," Spencer complained, but he couldn't help not sounding like he cared much, as a moan cut through the middle of the sentence.
Derek laughed against Spencer's skin, then growled in frustration as the damn ghoul went off again. "I am gonna rip that thing off your door," he murmured, and nipped at Spencer's jaw.
"Nnn," Spencer replied unhappily, and then pushed gently at Derek's chest. "Up."
Derek sighed and got up, but pressed a hand against Spencer's shoulder. "Let me," he said, his tone grumbly. He grabbed the mask off the coffee table and pulled it on, scrunching his face up but managing not to shudder as it touched his skin. Then he went over and jerked the door open, making the ghost, witch, and...blonde pop star?...outside the door shriek. He couldn't quite repress a laugh as he handed out the Dum-Dums and Smarties. "Happy Halloween," he told them, making another face at the sound of his voice inside the mask. They went to the next door happy, though, and he shut the door, jerking the mask off as soon as humanly possible.
Spencer hadn't moved from where Derek had put him, mostly because he was just staring in amazement at Morgan, and partly because the kids couldn't see him from this angle. He was grinning when Derek came back, and he knew the delight at Derek having done that was plain on his face. "You could have done without making them scream," he said, his voice warm and his eyes narrowing in near gleeful amusement.
Derek glared at him. "All I did was open the door," he said, but Spencer's reaction warmed him. "And that mask is smelly. Where do you keep it, at the bottom of your closet?" He climbed on top of Spencer again and kissed him hard.
Spencer sucked in a breath, the kiss sending a rush of warmth through him. He returned it happily, sliding his hands up under the back of Derek's shirt. "All Halloween masks smell," he breathed between kisses.
"Another reason not to like them," Derek said, and ran his fingers through Spencer's hair.
"Do you know how happy that made me?" Spencer murmured, kissing Derek again and then biting lightly along Derek's jaw.
Derek gasped and arched his head back. "I hoped it would," he replied. "Mmm, maybe you could show me."
Spencer hooked a leg around Derek's and rocked his hips up against Derek's with a little groan. "You should take me to bed so I can fuck you," he breathed. "That good enough?"
"That--" Derek broke off with a moan. "Sounds perfect." He kissed Spencer hungrily.
The ghoul sounded and Spencer drew in a shaky breath, turning his head to look at the door. Fuck. He still wanted to answer, even if he shouldn't. It was almost compulsion.
"Nnnnh, ignore it," Derek breathed, grinding his hips against Spencer's. "Fuck me."
Spencer whimpered, those words making it an even stupider idea to answer, as they went straight to his cock. "Der--ek," he panted.
"You know how much you want to have me on my back begging for you," Derek whispered, pressing his lips against Spencer's ear. "Fuck me, Spence. Please."
Spencer's breath went ragged, and he turned his head back so that his cheek was brushing Derek's. He darted a glance back at the door, still feeling mildly guilty, but whispered in Derek's ear anyway. "Maybe I just want to bend you over the bed," he said. They both knew he wouldn't--he always preferred to be able to see Derek--but it was still fun to talk like this.
"Mmm, maybe I'll let you do anything to me you want to, as long as you talk like that," Derek replied, sliding his fingers under Spencer's shirt and scratching lightly at his back. "Want you so much."
Spencer hissed and pulled Derek closer to him. "Carry me to bed," he murmured, smiling against Derek's lips.
"Yes, sir," Derek murmured, rocking his hips down against Spencer's, then straightened up, pulling Spencer with him. "Anything you say." He got to his feet and lifted Spencer, giving him a chance to wrap his legs around Derek's waist, then headed for the bedroom.
Spencer locked his ankles around Derek's back and helped Derek hold him up, loving the strength in Derek's body. "Love the way you feel," he breathed into Derek's ear.
Derek just groaned and ran one hand up Spencer's back into his hair. When they reached the bed, he didn't set Spencer down, but lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, with Spencer in his lap. "Love you," he murmured.
Spencer smiled and slid his hands up Derek's shirt to push it off, breaking their kisses for a moment as the fabric passed between them and Spencer tossed it aside. "Halloween hunnies?" he breathed.
"You deserved that," Derek said, trying to glare at him.
"You know I get jealous," Spencer replied, which was true. He couldn't stand the way far too many women looked at his boyfriend, and the way Derek often looked back, ever if Spencer knew he wasn't really looking anywhere but at him.
"Nnh, and you know I don't want anyone but you," Derek whispered, bringing his hands up to frame Spencer's face for a moment. His glare melted entirely as he looked up at his lover and brushed the hair from his eyes. "No one compares to you, pretty boy." He slid his hands down to work at Spencer's shirt buttons. "I'd never let anyone fuck me but you."
Spencer looked down to watch Derek's hands for a moment, smiling, and then he ran a hand up Derek's chest. "I know," he whispered, and it sent warmth through him because he knew how much that really meant. He licked his lips and brushed his thumb over Derek's' nipple, then leaned in to kiss Derek again.
Derek moaned into the kiss, arching against Spencer. He fumbled the last of the buttons open and pushed Spencer's shirt off, then pressed their chests together. "Need you," he breathed, mouthing at Spencer's jaw.
"Lie down," Spencer murmured, and then re-adjusted to allow Derek to do it. When Derek had moved up the bed, Spencer followed and licked up his neck before kissing him, his fingers working open the button of Derek's jeans.
"God, yes," Derek murmured, lifting his hips. He stroked his hands down Spencer's back, enjoying the lean planes of his body. "Spence, yes."
Spencer smiled against Derek's skin, and mouthed along his jaw. "You cheat when you call me that, and you know it," he breathed. He shifted to slide his hands down Derek's arms and take his wrists, then gently moved them above his head and guided his fingers around the headboard slats. "Hold, please," he whispered, and then slid down to start tugging Derek's jeans off.
Derek let out a faint whimper but obeyed, watching Spencer's face hungrily. "Can't help it," he murmured. "You're so fucking sexy." He loved it when Spencer took charge like this. Spencer was thorough about everything he did, though sometimes, when it came to sex, his enthusiasm overrode that. When he was deliberate and assertive about it, he got Derek's body singing with lust. "God, Spence." Derek arched his back more, watching him.
Spencer pulled Derek's pants and boxers off, then licked a stripe up Derek's cock, teasing. He moved up to trace a line of muscle over Derek's stomach, loving the way Derek responded under him. "Mmm," he hummed, and then looked up at Derek, sitting back a bit. "Stay here." He got off the bed and started back towards the kitchen.
"I--hey!" Derek managed, starting to move, then slumping back in disappointment. He trusted Spencer. He obviously had something in mind, but Derek wanted him now. "Spence," he said, a slightly whiny note creeping into his voice.
Spencer was grinning by the time he got back, especially when he saw that Derek hadn't moved. "I didn't have any candy tonight," he said conversationally, then moved back to the bed, setting a large bottle of chocolate syrup on the bedside table, and then stripping off his pants and underwear. "Do you mind?"
Derek's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "I told you anything you wanted," he said hoarsely. He'd never done this, but he was more than happy to indulge Spencer's curiosity. "But if you don't touch me soon I'm going to go crazy," he added.
Spencer climbed over Derek again, positioning himself so that his weight was pressing against Derek's erection. He drew a hand down the inside of one of Derek's arms to his chest and then leaned over to lick along Derek's jaw, rolling his hips against Derek's. "'He that can have patience, can have what he will,'" Spencer breathed. He scraped his teeth over Derek's Adam's apple. "Benjamin Franklin."
Derek let out another whimper and arched against him. "Oh, God, Spence," he managed, stroking his hands up Spencer's back and burying one hand in Spencer's hair. "Love how you touch me." He loved how Spencer quoted things when they were having sex. He'd never admit it, but he loved it.
Spencer nipped a little harder at Derek's throat, and reached back to push Derek's hands back up to the headboard. "I said please." He moved with Derek when he squirmed under him again, liking how strong he felt. He knew that Derek didn't have to give him this kind of surrender--he knew he wouldn't give anyone else this kind of surrender. He sat back and smiled down at Derek, his eyes hungry, then flipped open the cap of the chocolate sauce. He drew a fingertip from Derek's lower lip down his throat and chest and then followed it with a thin line of syrup. "Keep talking," he murmured, then ducked his head to start lapping up the syrup from Derek's chest.
Derek's chest hitched as pleasure shivered through him from what Spencer was doing, and he gripped the headboard again obediently. "I want to touch you," Derek protested, knowing Spencer would back down if he insisted, but trusting that Spencer also knew this was part of the play. "You're so gorgeous. Your body is so sexy, lean and strong. God!"
Spencer's smile grew wider. "'We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us,'" he murmured, wondering when Derek was going to get tired of Spencer quoting at him. "Francois Rabelais." He licked up Derek's throat to suck at his lower lip, mouthing at the sticky sweetness there.
"Nnnh," Derek said, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. "'m having sex with Bartlett's Quotations," he said, his voice gaspy. He hooked a leg around Spencer's, wondering if that was allowed or if he'd be stopped.
Spencer laughed and wiggled a little under Derek's leg. "Too bad I don't have a quote about shutting up on tap," he murmured, then sat up again, pushing Derek's leg off, to drizzle little spirals of chocolate around Derek's nipples. He swooped down to lick up the side of Derek's chest when a little rivulet formed on one side and started slipping dangerously towards his sheets.
Derek gasped and arched, staring at Spencer. "T--torture," he managed. "They teach you this in evil genius school?" Spencer had told him to keep talking, but he was already in danger of losing his ability for coherent thought.
"Mmm, yeah," Spencer murmured, then dragged the flat of his tongue over Derek's nipple, moaning softly. God, he should have done this sooner. If he could just figure out a way to work coffee into this, they might never leave his bedroom. "Same unit as building mechanical appendages and the nobility of Khan."
Derek choked out a noise that was half laughter and half whimper. "Passed with flying colors, didn't you?" he asked, shifting his grip on the headboard.
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer hummed and circled his tongue around the other nipple. "We're definitely, definitely doing this again," he murmured, then bit lightly at Derek's' nipple before sucking at it to get the last of the chocolate.
"Gah!" Derek managed, jerking and then tensing his muscles. His cock throbbed from the desire racing through him. "Spence, Spence," he panted, watching him from half-lowered lids.
Spencer slid lower and drew a line of chocolate from Derek's stomach down one thigh, and then back up and down the other. He leaned over and started following the trail, his mouth wet against Derek's skin, until he met one knee and scraped his teeth against it. He licked a steady stripe back up Derek's leg to his stomach. "Tell me how you feel," he whispered, and started following the other line of chocolate, purposely ignoring Derek's cock.
"I--ah--ahh--" Derek tightened his fingers on the headboard and turned his head, pressing his face against his arm. "Horny! Frustrated. God, Spence!" The muscles of his arms jumped as he tried not to move under the onslaught of pleasure.
That dissolved all of Spencer's cool for a moment and he started laughing against Derek's leg, pausing to press his forehead to Derek's knee, where it wasn't sticky, until he managed to get his amusement under control. He finally looked up, grinning broadly. He got the last of the chocolate off Derek's leg, watching him from the corner of his eye, and then licked up the underside of Derek's cock in an effort to wipe the scowl (which had resulted from Spencer's laughter) off his lover's face.
Derek made a strangled noise as Spencer finally touched his cock. One hand came off the headboard, but he jerked it back before actually touching Spencer's hair. "God, yes, touch me!" he panted.
Spencer gripped the base of Derek's cock and sat back to squeeze a generous amount of chocolate over the head, holding Derek's gaze as it dripped down over the shaft and then closing his lips around it. He sucked gently at first, and then slid his lips down to catch the rest of the chocolate with a little moan.
"Oh, God," Derek breathed, his gaze riveted on Spencer's. The slither of syrup, followed so quickly by the wet heat of Spencer's mouth, was incredible. "Oh, you feel so good."
Spencer groaned around Derek's cock in reply. It was sort of amazing how much he really enjoyed the feel of Derek's cock in his mouth, the weight of it against his tongue. He flipped the cap of the bottle shut and let it fall to the floor beside the bed, then swallowed most of the chocolate. When he pulled back, he flicked his tongue at the slit, and moaned again at the lingering taste of chocolate mixed with the slightly salty taste of precome.
Derek whimpered, the headboard creaking a little as he tensed his arms and arched his head back, trying not to thrust up into Spencer's mouth. He knew Spencer could take it, but Derek suspected he wasn't supposed to move like that. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, breathing hard and watching Spencer hungrily.
Spencer glanced up to meet Derek's gaze, knowing too well what the squirming meant, and as much as Spencer liked it, he also liked that Derek was playing by the rules here and restraining more than just his hands. He pulled back and flicked his tongue teasingly against Derek's prick and kissed the head. "Tell me what you want to do right now," he whispered, his own cock growing more insistent for release at the thought of it, and took Derek deeper.
"I--ahh--I want to touch you! I want to fuck your mouth!" Derek shivered, groaning. He wanted so much, and he loved that Spencer could make him feel like this. "I want you inside me!"
Spencer's lips stretched into a little smile around Derek's cock. One thing at a time, he thought, and rolled his hips against the mattress. He reached up awkwardly and curled his fingers around one of Derek's hands, a silent command to leave them where they were, and then pulled his lips off Derek to murmur, "Do it," before swallowing Derek's prick again.
Derek groaned again and let his hips jerk, gasping at the pleasure that pulsed through him at that. "Nnuh!" he managed, thrusting again deliberately. He watched Spencer's face, aroused by the sight of his cock sliding between Spencer's lips.
Spencer moaned, then slid his hand down Derek's body and gripped Derek's ass, enjoying the way he felt thrusting up. Spencer thrust against the bed, thrills of want pulsing though him as he pushed up a little, his hands encouraging Derek. He pulled off briefly to whisper, "Harder; I want to taste you... And get the lube."
"Shouldn't've--covered me--in chocolate, then," Derek gasped, obeying automatically. "Spence--" He broke off and flung one arm out vaguely in the direction of the bedside table, though he was too wrapped up in Spencer's mouth to make any real attempt for the lube.
Spencer looked over at Derek's hand, and then pressed a palm against Derek's hip, stopping the thrusting, the 'this doesn't continue unless you do what I say' implicit.
Derek groaned and gave him an imploring look, then fumbled more intentionally for the drawer of the bedside table. He got the lube and offered it as meekly as possible to Spencer. "Please," he breathed. It sent thrills through him whenever Spencer got like this, which was happening more often as their relationship progressed. He loved the assertive side of Spencer's nature, and how in control he could be when they fucked.
Spencer took the little tube, his eyes narrowing at Derek in appreciation, and then moved his hand to nudge at Derek's hip again. He slicked a finger, and circled Derek's entrance until Derek was moaning again, and then slid it inside, seeking out Derek's prostate immediately.
Derek let out a wordless cry, his entire body jerking with the burst of pleasure that sent through him. "Good, good," he panted. "God, Spencer, more, please! More!"
Spencer groaned at the reaction and thrust hard against the mattress a few times, giving his body a little of the pleasure it was demanding before stilling his hips again with a little whimper. He pushed inside deeper and pressed a little harder, rubbing against the spot that he knew would undo his lover.
Derek moaned and arched, the pleasure building to a crescendo. He came hard, his entire body shaking from the flood of overwhelming pleasure. He melted against the bed, gasping for breath and watching Spencer.
Spencer moaned as Morgan pulsed into his mouth, enjoying the clench of Derek's muscles around his finger. He pulled back and licked the corner of his mouth where he could feel there was still chocolate, and gazed at his sated lover, then leaned down to kiss Derek's hip. "Mmm, you can let go now," he murmured, starting to move his finger again in tiny circles, just to keep Derek relaxed and open to him, but not overstimulate Derek.
Derek let out a faint whimper and immediately dropped his hands to run through Spencer's hair and over his shoulders. "God, you're so sexy," he breathed, letting his eyes fall slowly closed.
Spencer hummed a pleased noise, glad for the touch after so long, even if he'd been the one to suggest the no touching rule. "I love that you let me do that."
"Only you," Derek murmured, stroking his fingers along Spencer's jaw. "I would never let anyone else have me. I love it when you give orders like that."
"I like giving them," Spencer whispered. "Thank you." It was probably silly to say thanks, but Spencer never got to be like that anywhere else, and it was nice to be in control for a change. He smiled and shifted his hips with a little groan, trying to ignore the pulsing of his cock for a moment and letting his finger slide a little deeper into Morgan. "Do you still want me?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Derek breathed, urging Spencer to move up. "More than anything, please," he murmured.
Spencer paused halfway up Derek's body and kissed his chest, then wiggled his finger. "Do you need more?" he murmured, sliding a second finger in before he moved too much that it was an awkward angle.
"More of you," Derek murmured, looking down at him warmly. He ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, loving the way it felt.
Spencer withdrew his fingers carefully and leaned up to kiss Derek, letting his weight press against Derek's body. Then he frowned. "You're sticky," he complained.
"Oh, whose fault is that?" Derek murmured, wrapping his arms around Spencer and pulling him close for a hungry kiss.
Spencer hummed happily into the kiss and returned it, even if the sticky was a little distracting. He reached down for the lube and slicked his cock, whimpering at the way his body begged for more, then positioned himself against Derek's entrance. "Mine, but it was so worth it," he whispered.
"It was fantastic," Derek replied, stroking one hand down to cup Spencer's ass. "God, you're so sexy. I love how you feel against me."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, and drew his nose along Derek's jaw as he pushed inside slowly. "Oh, fuck." His body lit up, coursing with need already after being denied so long. "Tell me you want me," he whispered, moving inside Derek with little, shallow rocking motions.
"God, yes, Spence. I want you so much." Derek ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His other hand squeezed lightly encouraging Spencer to thrust harder.
Spencer whimpered and started moving a little faster, not wanting to move too fast just yet because he was already thrumming with need. "Tell me... Ungh-- tell me something."
"You make me happy," Derek murmured, running his hands over Spencer's skin. "You always know just how to drive me crazy in the best way possible."
"Mmm," Spencer hummed, the sound dissolving into a groan, and his hips moved faster, his body seeking out release as he slid his hand up to trace his fingertips over Morgan scalp. "More."
"I love sleeping with you," Derek said, slinging a leg around Spencer's hips. "You make everything more fun. And you're so sexy, I can never get enough of you."
"Nnnhh." Spencer mouthed along Derek's jaw, his breath leaving him the harder he thrust, the more hazy his mind grew. Somehow, through the haze, he did want to make sure Derek was liking this, though, considering he'd already came. "Feel good?" he panted against Derek's skin, his fingers curling against Derek's hip as he moved faster. "God!"
"Yes," Derek breathed, pulling him in harder. He was enjoying the need in Spencer's body, as well as the little bursts of pleasure when Spencer's thrusts pushed across his prostate. "Take what you want, Spence."
Those words, that offer of complete surrender, sent a jolt of lust through Spencer, and he let go. His thrusts were slow and staggered, but hard and demanding anyway, for a moment, and then he sped, taking everything, loosing himself to the pleasure as it built, little moans and cries escaping him. "Derek-- Derek--" he breathed, kissing Derek deeply and then drawing back to catch Derek's lower lip in his teeth for a moment. "Mmhh, close!"
God, that felt good. Derek ran his hands over every part of Spencer he could reach, gasping and moaning. "Yes, yes," he murmured, squeezing his muscles around Spencer's cock and arching under him. "Come, Spence. Come inside me!"
Spencer made a strangled noise, his body tightening, and then he came hard, rocking against Derek until he was spent. He groaned, barely able to breath and even less capable of thought, and then collapsed against Derek.
Derek smiled, sliding his arms around Spencer and stroking his hair. "God, that's good," he breathed. "You needing me like that, you inside me. I love you, Spence." He turned his head and kissed Spencer's hair, feeling utterly happy.
Spencer smiled and drew a long breath. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," he hummed as he let the breath out, and it was all he could manage in reply.
That made Derek laugh and tighten his arms around Spencer. "Hope you weren't planning on giving out any more candy tonight," he murmured. "Because I don't think either of us should leave this bed."
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer agreed, and slid off Derek to his side, frowning as their skin stuck together. "Ugh, need a shower," he murmured, but closed his eyes and didn't move.
Derek snorted and nuzzled Spencer's jaw. "Later." He kissed Spencer's cheek, smiling. "I guess I know which I got."
Spencer smiled, and kissed Derek's jaw. "Treat?"
"Definitely." He rolled onto his side and snuggled against Spencer. "Guess maybe Halloween isn't so bad."
"I hate to say I told you so," Spencer said, grinning. "But I totally did."
"Huh." Derek decided that didn't need a response, other than another kiss.
Spencer hummed happily into the kiss, then pulled Derek closer. "Wasn't exactly candy, but the syrup was ultimately more exciting than putting a Tootsie Roll on your chest and waiting for it to melt."
Derek laughed. "I think you'd have a long wait," he murmured. He tilted his head then, listening. "Think I should've turned off the ghoul earlier." He smiled and kissed Spencer's chest.
Spencer laughed softly. "You should go turn off the light, at least. And you can clean up a bit while you're up, and bring me a warm washcloth."
"Oh, I can, can I?" Derek teased. "You expect me to be able to move after the way you fucked me?" He stroked a hand down Spencer's side and kissed his chest again. He would move in a minute.
"Mmm-hmm," Spencer replied, running his fingers over Derek's arm. "And bring me some Smarties too."
"Bossy boy," Derek muttered, but he lifted his head and kissed Spencer deeply, then rolled away and climbed out of bed. He headed for the bathroom first, where he got cleaned up and warmed a washcloth for Spencer. Detouring back past the bedroom, he tossed the washcloth at Spencer and snagged a pair of boxers, just in case there were trick-or-treaters still around. Then he went to deal with the ghoul and turn off the light.
A quick trip to the kitchen for water and Smarties, and he headed for the bed, flicking off most of the lights on the way.
Spencer watched the lights go off, pleased that Derek knew just how much light Spencer needed not to panic, and then smiled at his lover. "Boxers back off," he breathed.
Derek made a show of bowing elaborately, then dropped the boxers on the floor. "Do you want me to feed you the Smarties, too?" he asked, crawling onto the bed and eyeing Spencer in amusement.
Spencer kissed Derek and snatched the Smarties out of his hand. "No, but I won't rule out feeding me grapes and fanning me with palm leaves at a later time."
"You don't want much out of life." Derek set down the water glasses and tackled Spencer--gently--to steal another kiss.
Spencer groaned, but returned the kiss happily, then pulled Derek down against him, the candy clutched in his hand. He stroked his fingers down Derek's jaw and kissed him again, then opened the wrapper and tossed a few candies into his mouth. "Can you believe we're working with David Rossi?"
"Oh my God, Spencer, you have got to get over this," Derek said. "Seriously, he's only human." He pushed himself back up onto one elbow to glare at his lover. "And if you keep this up, I'm gonna get jealous."
"Derek, how can you not be excited?!" Spencer said, but he kissed Derek anyway, hoping to wipe that expression off Derek's face. "How can you not want to just lock yourself in a room with him and make him answer every question you can think of? He's one of the most fascinating people in the BAU's entire history!"
"Mmm." Derek kissed Spencer again. "No, he's one of the oldest. You're the most fascinating, and if you ever think of locking yourself in a room with him, I'll be kicking doors in." To emphasize his words, he nipped sharply at Spencer's jaw. "Enough about Rossi, or you're sleeping on the couch."
Spencer gasped softly and then snorted. "Oh, you mean my couch in my apartment?"
"Yeah. Deal with it." Derek covered Spencer's mouth with his palm and snuggled against him again.
Spencer licked his palm, and waited for Derek to move his hand. "I bet David Rossi would never try to silence me like that," he murmured, teasing and grinning now.
"Yeah, because if he did, I'd shoot him," Derek muttered. "Shut up about David Rossi."
"Am I going to make you grumpy again?" Spencer whispered, barely containing his amusement.
"Yes." Derek glared at him again and started pushing him towards the edge of the bed.
Spencer gasped, and then clung to Derek's arms. "If you do it, you're coming with me!" he warned, but he knew if Derek wanted to, he'd be off the bed alone in a heart beat.
Derek paused and lifted his eyebrows, watching Spencer. "No more talking about Dave Rossi, particularly in our bed?" he prompted. His pose made it clear he would continue pushing if he got an answer he didn't like, though of course he had no intentions of actually pushing Spencer out of bed.
"My bed," Spencer argued, but his eyes were warm on Derek's.
"You know what I mean," Derek said, and leaned in to kiss him.
"Okay, okay," Spencer murmured, and waited for Derek to let him close again. He snuggled up next to Derek. "Our bed," he amended softly, popping another Smarty into his mouth.
"Mmm." Derek slid his arms around Spencer and kissed his cheek. "Good," he murmured. He settled against his lover and smiled. Despite his apprehensions, Halloween had turned out great, after all.
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:51 am (UTC)It's rare when there is a story about these two having hot sex, with Spencer as the aggressor, with no angst.
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Date: 2008-10-31 02:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-31 01:53 am (UTC)I looove it when Spence is contol like this. Top Reid is sofuckinghawt. I is a puddle of goo. And a chocolate covered Morgan *YUM*
And you know what? Morgan/Rossi/Reid OMG I want this. I blame it on Reid for talking about Rossi in bed with Morgan. It's all his fault!
This was absolutely amazing. Thankyou :)
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Date: 2008-10-31 02:24 am (UTC)*G* and we can't seem to manage Morgan/Rossi, so I'm not sure about that... but now I want to try! Maybe with Spencer as the object of both of their desires... OMG WE DON'T NEED ANY MORE FIC TO WRITE RIGHT NOW... LOL
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-10-31 03:28 am (UTC)That about sums that up, yeah? Who'd have thought Spencer had it in him? Well, 'sides you two, of course.
And please, please, please tell me you were foreshadowing another fic with Reid mentioning Rossi while in bed with Morgan. Please.
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Date: 2008-10-31 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-02 10:11 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2008-10-31 04:04 am (UTC)(that rossi/reid/morgan triangle sounds delicious... not sure who I'd want to win tho!)
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Date: 2008-10-31 10:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:12 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-10-31 04:43 am (UTC)I've been inhaling CM fic like
nail polish removermad the past couple of days and I have read more than my fair share of tortured!drugged!abused!insane!Reid.SO, I was thrilled to find this awesomely fluffy, smutty, sugary, syrupy, piece when I signed in tonight!
What I love the most, other than
teh sex,top!Reid,the ghoulish interruptions,everything, is the way Spencer and Derek seemed so... comfortable together. They have developed their relationship to a level where they are equally comfortable with, and understanding of, the others' insecurities/obsessions/desires. I'd really like to know, on a purely curious levelalthough you guys could write fic if you so desireis how these two started and developed their relationship.Sry, I totally got carried away with the strike outs! *^_^*
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Date: 2008-10-31 10:13 pm (UTC)Reid definitely gets more than his fair share of torture and angst, doesn't he? We're not fans of damsel-in-distress!Reid, though of course the substance-abuse angle is interesting to explore at times.
I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Your comment made my day. :D
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:15 pm (UTC)And like Innerslytherin said, we have a massive, unrelated getting-together fic (130K)... so I think est. relationship has been refreshing to write!
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-10-31 12:28 pm (UTC)I've got to say that my favourite bit in this fic is Morgan threatening to push Spencer out of the bed for talking too much about Rossi... XD
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Date: 2008-10-31 02:39 pm (UTC)Love it!
Thanks for the Halloween treat!
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Date: 2008-10-31 08:02 pm (UTC)So do I.
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:22 pm (UTC)(almost began to write in Swedish, because of pure exitement :P)
Makes me wonder why none of my friends like halloween as much as I do... :P Here it's considered something which only small children like, if you're older than, like, 10, people will probably give you a difficult time for wearing a costume... Doesn't stop me though, this year I dressed up as Zorro, but I'm done with the trick-or-treat-thingy ^^
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:25 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it! And I wouldn't have understood the Swedish, but it would have been fun to see! :D
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Date: 2008-11-03 07:11 pm (UTC)I'm going to have some chocolate syrup tonight. I have a sudden craving for it.
A++++
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-11-05 01:55 am (UTC)Kind of wow, I loved it. Toppy!Spencer is insanely hot. Oh my gosh, and I love Halloween to this story is kind of perfect. Oh my gosh, I am in love with it right now! It is so good. Your characerizations are great, I love both of them so much in this story. And it's hot. Though I love the angst, just happy Spencer is so nice too. This story is really great.
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Date: 2008-11-05 01:58 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-12-13 08:24 pm (UTC)OMG. You wrote assertive!Reid! I love it. I can't normally buy it--not so much I can't buy Reid on top but it's hard for me to see Morgan on the bottom. But I bought it. I could believe that Morgan would let Spencer take control like that but still retain his own more aggressive tendencies. Mmmmm. Very hot. I love the power plays and I love seeing Reid confident enough to do that. Morgan is clearly good for him.
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Date: 2008-12-13 11:00 pm (UTC)Anyway, I'm glad it worked for you, and that you enjoyed this! :D
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:46 pm (UTC)If at any point you need an organ donation, please let me know, 'cause GUH! You own me!
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Date: 2012-07-07 10:41 pm (UTC)Love this so much. You write the best Morgan/Reid.
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Date: 2012-07-09 04:39 pm (UTC)