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Spencer Will Be Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 12864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Again, here is the Morgan family for reference:
MORGAN FAMILY TREE:
Mother: Fran Sisters: Sarah (49, born 1964), Desiree (29, born 1984)
Sarah & Ty Williams (high school sweethearts, married for 7 years until he divorces her and marries his pregnant girlfriend) Children: Cassandra (29, born 1984) and Isiah (26, born 1987).
Aki & Ren Takada (childhood friends & somewhat of an arranged marriage, married for ten years until her death). Children: Mi (25, born 1988) and Ryuu (24, born 1989).
Sarah & Aki Takada (45, born 1968) (married 14 years). Children: Kiara (12, born 2001), Darius (10, born 2005), and Damien (10, born 2005).
Cassandra & Michael Washington (married 5 years). Children: Clayton (22 months, born 2012)
Mi Takada & Miguel Torres (27, born 1986) (dating four years).

The next day starts much the same as the previous with Spencer kissing Derek goodbye before he leaves with Mbizi. This time however he does not go to work but to the McWills’ home. Lucas answers the door looking alert and wet. He must have recently finished his morning swim. “Morning Spencer, Bee.”
Spencer and Mbizi greet him back as they enter the house.
“Josh is painting. He wanted to get some work done before Derek’s family arrives. He’s unnaturally excited to see them,” Luc drawls.
Spencer and Mbizi laugh, both aware that Josh is chomping at the bit to get some embarrassing stories about Derek from his family. Josh can’t wait to tease and taunt Derek with them. “Thank you for doing this, Luc. You’ve been more than generous, not just with your house but with your time and your team.”
Lucas shrugs, “It’s nothing, I am happy to help. You and Derek are family. I’ll do anything and everything I can to protect you both.”
Spencer smile is a bit wobbly as he hugs Luc. He is thankful for Luc and Josh’s friendship. To think, in high school he was basically friendless with only his mother to talk to and look at him now. Spencer has a loving boyfriend, a large family that willingly accepts and loves him, co-workers that are family, and loyal friends. He loves and is loved in return. His life is good and there is no way Spencer is allowing Barry Kryupt to ruin his happiness. He has people behind him that are just as determined to stop Kryupt as he is.
Shaking off his mood, Spencer asks, “What can I do to help?”
“I washed sheets but haven’t had time to make the beds yet,” Luc answers. He leads them toward the laundry room. Lucas tosses a pair of sheets to Mbizi and one to Spencer. “Bee you’ve got the Winter room, Spencer take the Amazon room, and I’ll take the Sunset room.” For every bedroom, Josh had painted a mural. The Winter room has a mural of a beautiful winter scene: a frozen lake, trees laden with fresh snow, several children making snow angels, and a few deer hiding among the trees. The Amazon room is of a jungle scene: lots of green, lush plants with showy flowers, a dark river and exotic animals. The Sunset room is vibrant with color: a sunset reflected off a perfectly still lake rich with blues, reds, oranges, and pinks with a shadowed tree off to the side. Josh’s paintings often have water in them in some form. Despite Josh’s tendency to avoid going into the water when they met, he does love water and swims well.
When the three men are done, they meet in the living room. “Food is next,” Luc says as Josh walks in the room wearing his paint splattered clothing.
Spencer shakes his head, “Don’t bother. Aki will take care of the food. I talked to him this morning and he is insistent. Trust me; it will just be easier to accept. Aki can be extremely stubborn despite his seemingly easy going personality.”
Josh laughs, “Hm…let me think let a famous chef cook for me or have Luc or I do it? I think I’ll go with the world renowned chef.”
Suddenly, they hear a beep. Lucas turns on the TV. The security feed shows a car approaching their gate. They watch as a young Japanese woman pushes the intercom while a Hispanic man sleeps in the passenger seat.
Spencer declares, “It is Mi and Miguel.” It isn’t surprising that Mi and Miguel are the first to arrive. They live in Baltimore which is only about an hour away. He rushes over to the intercom, “Hi Mi.”
“Spencer! Good, I found the right house.”
“Come on in,” he says as he presses the button to unlock the gate.
Spencer goes out to the car to meet them with Josh, Mbizi, and Luc trailing him.
As they approach, Mi is shaking Miguel awake. He’d been lucky to be able to take time off for the funeral. As is often necessary for anyone planning to be a doctor, Miguel is alert and coherent the moment he wakes. After hugs, Spencer introduces everyone. Mi and Miguel will be staying at Rossi’s tonight and Spencer tells them to leave their bags in the car.
Once they are all settled in the living room, Spencer’s phone beeps with a reminder that the plane should be landing soon. The majority of the Morgan family is on the same flight, which should arrive soon. Spencer looks to Luc, who calls two of his employees to pick them up from the airport. They will be ready and waiting for them.
In no time, Derek’s family invades the McWills’ home. Josh, Luc, and Mbizi watch as Spencer is mobbed by the family. He is hugged and kissed by every member of the family. Yet, there is an underlying sadness that mars the happiness. Derek’s absence is starkly noticeable. Spencer had talked to all of the adults and offered them advice how to use body language to sell the lie. Luckily grief isn’t simply tears and sorrow. People react differently and that gives them all a lot of leeway in how they react to Derek’s ‘death.’ They have a bit of time before the wake to practice. The twins and baby Clay are the only ones that do not know the truth and every single member is conscious of that.
Josh and Luc welcome them all to their home and introductions are quickly made. Lucas and Aki hit it off immediately, both are a calm sort. Remarkably Luc speaks Japanese as well, having learned from a fellow SEAL. Josh invites Damien and Darius into their game room. The twins are immediately occupied with the video game Josh sets up with Sarah and Aki’s permission of course. Sarah is given a tablet that allows her to keep an eye on the twins via the security system. Josh soon disappears into his studio with Desiree. They are immediately thick as thieves, sharing stories of Derek that they can use to blackmail and/or taunt him with in the future. Mbizi keeps watch as Spencer leaves the room with Fran. He doesn’t follow, confident in the security system and more than able to keep watch over Spencer via his own tablet. Mbizi bounces Clay on his hip and talks to Cassandra and Michael.
Spencer leads Fran to the Luc’s greenhouse house, in which he houses native Hawaiian plants and other tropical plants. Fran gasps at both the warm temperature and the gorgeous, lush plants growing in the room. “Wow. This is beautiful! Is it Lucas’ or Josh’s? Or both?”
Spencer smiles, “Luc. He grew up in Hawaii.”
She walks around and admires the plants, all of them flourishing. “Lucas has a talent with plants.” These are the types of plants that an amateur could grow.
“Yes, he does.”
Fran stands beside Spencer, touching his arm. “How are you doing, Spencer?”
Spencer’s brave face crumbles, “It’s been hell, Mama.” This has been a long, painful period of his life. Barry Kryupt has done horrible things all in the name of love…a twisted love for Spencer. He sinks down onto the bench near the modest pond and Fran sits beside him.
Spencer tells her most everything. He hasn’t hidden what he’s been feeling from Derek, none of what he tells Derek’s mother would be a surprise to him. He and Derek have leaned heavily on each other during this trying ordeal. Yet, it eases something inside of Spencer to let it all out again in the presence of another Morgan. It has not been easy for him since this whole thing began: being stalked, the almost break-up, their home invaded, Clooney hurt, innocents murdered, a Derek look-a-like murdered, and Derek’s ‘death.’ Fran has a sympathetic and supportive ear. The almost break-up stuns her, Derek had neglected to tell her about it. She can’t imagine Derek without Spencer or Spencer without Derek for that matter. To think that their love had almost been destroyed by a callous, deranged man. Fran sends up a silent prayer of thanks. She cannot bear to imagine what would have happened if Derek hadn’t fought for Spencer.
Fran rubs Spencer’s back as she learns all that has happened to her two boys. She feels honored to be among the few that Spencer trusts explicitly. When Spencer finally winds down, Fran hugs him tightly. “You will get through this, Spencer. You are strong, Honey. So strong. You and Derek both. You are going to catch this bastard and lock him away for the rest of his life.”
Spencer smiles, his eyes wet with tears, little drops still clinging to his lashes.
“I love you, Spencer. Very much. I thank God everyday that you and you alone were made just for him. Derek could not have found a better person to love than you.”
He melts at the words, “Mama…”
Fran smiles at her pseudo-son-in-law adoringly. “Now, tell me, how Derek is doing?”
“He’s doing well all things considered. He hates having to hide and being cooped up but he wants Kryupt caught. It hasn’t been easy for him though. Der hates not being with me. Watching the press conference was hard on him, having to watch my grief without being able to comfort me. It hurts him. I think he is dreading the wake and funeral more than I am.”
Fran nods, completely understanding. Her son has always been driven to protect others and that has never changed. She remembers Derek as a teenager. People look at him now and think he was always a gorgeous, muscled, confident man but her Derek was a scrawny nerd until he turned sixteen. He bulked up over the summer and suddenly he was popular. But despite the peer pressure, Derek resisted the meanness that far too often goes hand in hand with popularity. He never forgot what it felt like to be among the unpopular. Her son remained kind and protective, a strong force against bullying. His friends were jocks and nerds alike.
“Derek will be all alone during the wake and funeral. And I’ll have to pretend he is dead. We all will.”
“I know, Spencer. Yet, if there was another way, I know you and Derek would have found it. I won’t lie to you and say this will be easy because it won’t be, not for any of us but we will endure. For you and for Derek.” Fran wraps her arm around Spencer’s thin back and rests her head on his shoulder. They stay this way for several minutes, taking comfort in the other’s presence. Breaking the silence, Fran asks, “Will any of us be able to see Derek?”
“No, it’s best if we minimize who goes to the safe house.” Digging into his pocket, he takes out a secure cell phone. Spencer walks over to the door, locking it securely. “Would you like to talk to Derek for a bit?” At Fran’s nod, Spencer dials the secure line.
“Hello.”
Spencer gives the code, “7829.”
Javier responds with the answering code, “1251.”
They have a number of different codes. The code Spencer used is a confirmation that everything is fine, as well as a way to confirm his authorization. Javi’s code also confirms that everything is okay in addition to acknowledging Spencer’s authorization. Both have codes to indicate distress or need for help that can be used. “Javi, can I speak to Derek?”
“Of course.”
A few seconds later, Derek answers with a smile in his voice. “Hey Pretty Boy.”
Spencer smiles automatically at the sound of his voice. “Hey Der. Almost everyone is here. We are only waiting on Ry. His flight won’t land for a few more hours.”
“Good. How is everyone doing?”
“As well as can be expected. It is hard to see the twins’ underlying sadness and not be able to do anything about it.”
Derek closes his eyes, sighing. “I know but we can’t take the risk. Hotch isn’t particularly happy that everyone else knows the truth and a part of me understands his reasoning. But I couldn’t lie to them about this, you know? I couldn’t put Mama through that unnecessarily.”
“I know, Derek. I know.” Spencer shakes off the sadness and regret. “I have someone that wants to speak with you.” He hands the phone to Fran.
“Derek!”
He grins widely, “Mama. So good to hear your voice.”
“Yours too, Baby. How are you holding up?”
“Okay. I don’t like having to hide but if we can trap this bastard, it will be worth it.”
Spencer wanders around Luc’s tropical paradise, giving Fran and Derek privacy.
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Ry arrives several hours later. He is mobbed just as Spencer was. Ry lives in San Francisco and doesn’t get to see them as often as he or they would like. It takes several minutes before he is released from his family’s clutches. When Ryuu’s eyes encounter Mbizi they widen comically. *He’s fucking beautiful!* Ry swallows noticeably. Spencer nudges him, using a finger to push Ryuu’s gaping mouth closed. He whispers, “Sorry Ry, that one’s unfortunately straight despite his flirtatious manner. He has his eye on Penelope and she on him. But knowing Mbizi, he won’t mind your ogling.” Mbizi turns to meet Spencer’s eyes before his gaze slides to Ry’s. As if knowing exactly what they are talking about, the Egyptian smirks and winks at Ry. Aki’s oldest son is saved from his embarrassing drooling when Aki calls them all for a late lunch.
With Aki’s capable hands, the meal is obviously delicious. Kiara, the twins, Cassandra, Michael, and baby Clay don’t linger, going to the home movie theater room to watch a movie.
Josh loves the food so much so that he offers to trade husbands with Sarah. “Come on, Sarah. You’ll love him. Luc is Jason Bourne meets John McClane. Very sexy, right?”
The table laughs, Sarah included. Lucas shakes his head but doesn’t comment. Aki snickers quietly beside Sarah.
“Don’t forget, he’s rich.”
Sarah answers, “So is Aki.”
“Oh! And as a bonus, he hates wearing shirts! Lots of exposure to those ripped abs of his.”
Sarah eyes Luc’s torso appreciatively, the tight shirt doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Aki is definitely fit but most normal men can’t compete with Luc’s muscles.
“Sex is awesome. Trust me, you will not be disappointed!”
Luc smirks, “Only one problem there, Babe.”
Josh rips his eyes away from Sarah’s. He barks distractedly, “What? What problem?”
“I’m gay.”
Josh waves his hand, making a dismissal sound. “Pssht. Semantics! Derek thought he was straight too! That hasn’t stopped him from—mmph—” Lucas covers his mouth and silences him before the blunt and likely vulgar things can roll off his lips. Josh glares at his husband as Lucas stares back blandly.
Spencer interrupts their staring contest, “Why don’t we talk about what to expect for the wake and funeral?” He is thankful for Luc’s intervention. He really does not want to talk about his sex life with Derek with the Morgan’s. Spencer gets far too much of that from Penelope and Desiree; both women are fascinated with his relationship with Derek to an unhealthy degree. He is pretty sure Desiree’s fascination is more about making him blush than anything else.
Josh narrows his eyes and mutters “Don’t think this is the end of this discussion. I will not be denied access to Aki’s food!”
Spencer and the others ignore Josh. He tells the family about how the wake will be private and the casket closed as per ‘Derek’s’ wishes. Spencer outlines the funeral as well. Once they know what to expect, they ask about what’s been happening. The Morgan family all know bits and pieces of the situation but none except for Fran know the whole story yet. Luc, Mbizi, and Spencer detail what’s happened.
Spencer chokes up when he talks about the photographs of Derek kissing a woman. Fran is quick to rub his back comfortingly as he struggles to talk about the difficult memory. The table is somber. The two years Derek has been with Spencer have made it clear to all of them that Derek wants no one but Spencer and Spencer feels the same. To have almost lost each other is devastating to imagine.
By the end, every single one of them realizes the seriousness of this threat, of Barry Kryupt. Desiree, Sarah, and Ry look like they want to rip Kryupt apart with their bare hands. Aki, Miguel, and Mi’s normally cheerful faces are grim. Kryupt not only wants to take Spencer against his will but he wanted Derek dead and without the BAU’s forward thinking he might have succeeded.
The information serves to harden their resolve. No matter how painful it will be, each and every one of them will make Derek’s death appear genuine. Kryupt must be stopped at any cost.
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Around six, Rossi, Evelyn, and Tito arrive to the McWills’ home. Tito holds the leash of his two enormous male Bullmastiffs, Herc and Athena. Herc jumps at Josh immediately while Athena leans heavily against Lucas. Josh obviously is expecting it as he braces himself for the impact of a 130 pound dog, otherwise he’d have been on the floor. Herc hugs Josh, licking at his face. It is an amusing picture, Josh looks even smaller enveloped by the huge dog and Luc beside him with a 110 pound dog melted in a pile of happy goo against him. Laughing, Josh orders, “Down.”
Herc obeys immediately, plopping his butt down with his mouth open in a happy grin.
“Meet Herc and Athena everyone,” Josh says invitingly.
Darius and Damien rush forward in their excitement. Sarah is about to grab them back but halts when Tito reassures, “Herc and Athena love kids. They are sweethearts. They can handle your boys, no problem.”
Sarah watches as Herc and Athena takes the Trouble D’s pulling at their hair and rough handling with a happy wag of their tails.
Looking at Luc, Josh, and Spencer, “I’ll leave Athena with you guys and I’ll take Herc with me to Rossi’s.” Herc gets along great with other dogs and Tito expects no issues with Rossi’s dog.
The two large dogs are lying on the floor, each with their own giggling little boy sprawled on them. Bullmastiffs are huge but gentle. They are also extremely loyal and protective of family. Athena and Herc will be additional security. Neither will let anyone hurt their charges.
Aki had made extra for them to take home, expecting them to miss supper. Between his SUV and Tito’s, they pile in Fran, Cassandra, Michael, Clay, Mi and Miguel. Tito, Herc and Evelyn will both stay at Rossi’s house as added protection. The rest of the family stays at the McWills’ home. Sarah and Aki get the Winter room, Kiara and the twins share the Amazon room with Athena, Desiree has the Sunset room, and Ry is sleeping on the very comfy couch in the den.
With Derek’s family all settled, Spencer goes back to the safe house with Mbizi. Derek greets them at the door looking like a sad puppy. Spencer wraps him in a warm hug, “Just a bit longer, Der.” Unnoticed, Mbizi slips away silently after he secures the door.
Tucking his face against the side of Spencer’s neck, he breathes in his familiar scent and his tight muscles slowly relax as Derek holds his love close.
Long, slender fingers stroke soothingly over Derek’s stubbled head. “Everyone is fine. They will play their parts, just as we hoped.”
Derek sighs, “I wish I could see them.”
“I know. At least you were able to talk to Mama. You should be able to speak to some of the others before the wake and funeral as well. It will be worth it, Derek.”
Derek mumbles into Spencer’s pale skin, “Anything to stop Kryupt. Anything to keep you safe.” This trap is their best option to catch Kryupt. It is risky but the most viable way to ensure Spencer’s safety. He is willing to do anything and everything to protect his love.
“And you.” Spencer’s arms tighten. “I cannot bear to lose you, Derek.”
Derek echoes, “Nor I you.”
Neither man can ignore the possibility of losing the other. Kryupt has done everything in his power to separate them, yet they remain strong and fast and most of all together. He will no doubt be even more desperate when Derek’s survival is revealed. Their plan could go wrong, horribly wrong but it is a risk they have to take.
*What would I do without Derek? Without his love? Without him beside me, loving me, supporting me? He makes me whole. How would I endure without him? How could I go on with an excruciating gaping hole his loss would leave inside me?*
*I can’t lose Spencer. He loves me more than I deserve, more than anyone ever has. How could I live without him, without his unconditional love? I am a better man with him at my side. He makes me happy and whole and complete. He is my life, my heart, my everything.*
Several minutes later, they pull away from each other slowly. Fear, hope, and love swirl in their eyes.
Mbizi is waiting in the kitchen for them. With only a few days left, training cannot be tossed aside. This time Spencer and Mbizi go to the living room. The furniture is quickly rearranged to make room for their wrestling and anything breakable is placed somewhere safe. Derek tucks himself in the corner out of the way. Javier is leaning against a wall. The other guard is the only one absent, likely finishing his snack.
The sparring session begins with a nod. The two lanky figures grapple together, Spencer using any technique he can to gain the upper hand. Spencer’s training with Derek has given him a nice base in which to build on. Throughout the fight Mbizi continually gives Spencer instructions or advice for improvement. Even Javier who was once in Special Forces and Derek add their two cents. Barry Kryupt isn’t an expert at hand to hand, thus doesn’t Spencer need to be. He does not need to be perfect. Kryupt will not expect him to be proficient at hand to hand. Kryupt believes Spencer’s brain is his sole strength and won’t expect Spencer to be physical. People rarely do. They can use this to their advantage and Mbizi is doing everything he can to prepare Spencer.
As the previous night, Mbizi and Spencer are covered in sweat by the end of the session. Flushed and exhausted, Spencer allows Derek to guide him to the bathroom. He is stripped and pushed under the soothing warm spray. A moment later, a very naked Derek steps in behind him. Derek presses close, whispering “Let me take care of you, Pretty Boy.” Not waiting for an answer, Derek sucks on Spencer’s earlobe. He nibbles on the long, pale expanse of his neck. Spencer moans softly, leaning back into Derek’s secure embrace.
Derek lathers up his hands and starts washing Spencer clean. Strong hands glide over Spencer’s wet skin, stroking down his chest, brushing his nipples, and caressing the soft skin of his stomach. Spencer closes his eyes, grinding his butt into Derek, reveling in the growing hardness pressed against him.
“You up for this, Baby?”
Whining quietly, Spencer vows, “Yes. Please, fuck me.”
Derek chuckles darkly, “I could fuck you right now and you’d love it, wouldn’t you? I could take you, no prep, no slick. Just my cock in your tight ass and you’d beg me for more. Such a cock slut, aren’t you?” Derek rocks his hips forward.
“Yesss,” Spencer hisses. “I’m your cock slut.”
“That’s right, Baby. You are mine.”
“Yours.”
Derek guides Spencer’s hands to the shower wall. Spencer’s pliant body is quickly arranged to Derek’s liking. Hands planted on the shower wall, upper body leaning slightly forward, legs close together with a small gap made just for Derek. Grinning, Derek stands behind Spencer. He holds Spencer’s thighs in place as he thrusts between them. His cock slides easily through the wet gap of his Pretty Boy’s thighs. Spencer whimpers even as he tenses his thigh muscles. “That’s it. Tighten for me, Pretty Boy.” Derek fucks forward hard and fast. The slick slide of Derek between his legs feels so good even as Spencer’s thighs tremble with fatigue. Sensing Spencer’s flagging strength, Derek’s hips piston faster and faster until he reaches his peak and cums all over those pale thighs.
Derek pulls Spencer back into him, fisting his dick with fast, confident strokes. Spencer keens softly as he spills over Derek’s hand and goes completely limp. “Spencer?” Getting no answer, Derek contorts himself until he can see Spencer’s face. His poor boy is out cold. Derek carefully lugs Spencer out of the shower. Setting him on the toilet he shuts off the shower and starts to dry Spencer. Drying himself quickly, Derek cradles Spencer in his arms and carries him to bed. The bedding already turned down, Spencer is gently laid onto the bed. Derek walks around the bed to the other side and gets in. About to pull his Pretty Boy to him, Derek smiles as Spencer seeks his warmth even in his sleep. Spencer sprawls half atop him, sighing contently in his sleep.
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The night of the wake, Derek and Javier spar in the living room. Derek had been given the okay by Ty two nights prior. The distraction of sparring is exactly what Derek needs. He knows the wake is just the warm up for his family. No one but his family and friends are allowed inside. Yet, tomorrow will be the big event: his funeral. The press, Kryupt, and other law enforcement will be there to watch his family’s every move. The funeral will be the true test of the lie. Their trap hinges on it. Kryupt must believe that Derek is dead.
He can’t help but let his mind wander to Spencer. The funeral will be hard for him. His poor Baby will use true emotion to sell the lie. Spencer will grieve publically as if Derek is truly dead. Derek wishes he could spare him that but he can’t.
Derek’s mind snaps back into reality when Javier clips his jaw. “Focus, Derek!” Javier isn’t unsympathetic to Derek’s lack of focus. However, he knows Derek well enough not to let him wallow in his thoughts.
Derek re-focuses on the fight and feels the tense rigidity loosen as the sparring continues. This is what he needs: to burn off his worry physically.
By the time Javier signals the end of the session, Derek is feeling better. Sitting around doing nothing is not his style. He hasn’t enjoyed being on the sidelines, hiding. Yet, he has done it without too much grumbling. For Spencer, to protect him, to protect their love.
“Feeling better, Derek?”
“Yeah, thanks Javi.”
Javier grins, “Anytime. Beating you always makes me feel better.”
Derek laughs, “I seem to recall the outcome much differently.”
“Only ‘cause you don’t want to admit defeat!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Derek grumbles. “You still afraid of your wife?”
Javi grabs his chest dramatically, “You wound me man. Not cool.”
Derek grins. He has seen the boasting, macho Javier abruptly disappear the moment his wife arrives. Javi may be a badass ex-Special Forces, FBI agent but at home Javier is simply an adoring, eager to please husband. Vivienne definitely wears the pants in the family.
“I wouldn’t gloat so much there, Derek. Anyone with eyes can see that all Spencer has to do is crook his finger and you’ll come running.”
Derek laughs, completely unashamed at being whipped by his boyfriend. He claps Javier’s shoulder. “We’re both whipped, Javi. Don’t delude yourself otherwise.”
Javier gives him a cocky grin, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wear the pants in my family.”
“I think you are confusing power with possessing a dick. I would love to be there when you explained to Vivienne that you are the ‘man’ of the family.”
“You’d just love to see that, wouldn’t you? Viv would kill me.”
Chuckling, Derek answers, “I would. It’d be hilarious.”
Javier grumbles, “Maybe for you.” He shudders at the thought. He loves Viv dearly but Javi has a healthy fear of her as well. She is not a woman to be crossed. Vivienne doesn’t take any of his crap, which is one of the reasons he loves her. “Don’t make me tell Spencer you’ve been mean to me.”
Derek’s eyes narrow, “You wouldn’t.”
“You wanna bet?”
Snarling, “Fine, I concede.” Derek walks off in a huff while Javier laughs at him.
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When Spencer comes home that night he looks exhausted. Without a word, Derek takes him to the bedroom. He strips Spencer down to his boxers before he does the same. Derek lies down and a second later Spencer snuggles into him. Needing only the comfort of each other, they are silent as Spencer strokes Derek’s chest and Derek plays with Spencer’s hair. The quiet, calm intimacy soothes them both. Tomorrow is the day: his funeral. The day they show the world that Derek Morgan is dead for the sole purpose of trapping a multiple murderer and Spencer’s deadly stalker. Spencer will go alone to his grave and Barry Kryupt will follow. By tomorrow night, Kryupt will be in custody or in a body bag. Derek has to believe that. He cannot bear to imagine any other outcome.
Breaking the silence suddenly, Spencer whispers in the darkness of their room, “I love you Derek.”
Derek’s heart squeezes and he pulls Spencer closer. “I love you too.”
“Make love to me?”
“Always.” Derek rolls them over, pinning his Pretty Boy beneath him and kisses Spencer’s sweet lips. Their kisses steadily grow more passionate until they both run out of breath. Derek pants softly against Spencer’s neck, enjoying as his Baby’s long fingers make lingering, smooth strokes up and down his back.
Derek kisses down his neck to his chest, sucking gently on his nipples before tracing Spencer’s abs with his tongue. “Derek…” Spencer sighs, his fingers caressing Derek’s head and shoulders. Derek pulls Spencer’s boxers off, kissing his hipbone softly then spreading Spencer’s legs to lap at his inner thigh. Spencer whines almost inaudibly as Derek kisses the head of his cock. Inch by inch he is enveloped by Derek’s hot mouth. Unconsciously, Spencer’s grip on Derek’s head tightens as his love’s head bobs. Derek sucks and slurps noisily, causing Spencer to babble praises and pleas. Instead of speeding up, Derek’s movements slow to a halt. Spencer opens his eyes, pleading for him to continue but he is denied. Derek slides off the bed and finds the lube, slicking up his fingers.
With wet fingers, his eyes take in Spencer. His Baby is lying naked in the middle of the bed, cock angry red, legs open and spread just waiting for Derek to slide between them. His pale skin is flushed with excitement. His eyes are heavy lidded with lust and love written all over his pretty face. Derek loves that he is the only one that sees Spencer like this. His boy is too fucking sexy for words.
“God, I fucking love you so much.”
Spencer grins, “I love you too, Derek. Now get your ass over here and fuck me already.”
Derek grins and strips off his own boxers, standing naked and very aroused for Spencer’s viewing pleasure. “So demanding. What would the others think of you, the team’s innocent, naïve genius?”
Snickering, “I am pretty sure that ship has sailed long ago. None of them believes I am capable of being innocent after two years with you, Derek. Certainly not after that one time at the hotel.” Neither of them will ever forget that time: a scare that led to their fellow profilers hearing them have very vocal and vigorous sex.
Spencer pulls Derek down onto the bed, leaning over his dick with his bare ass wiggling teasingly in the air. He asks coyly, “Do you think I’m innocent, Derek?” Spencer mouths Derek’s dick, sucking and licking, a mischievous look on his face. Derek’s left hand is buried into Spencer’s curls as he takes his cock with ease. “Hmm, Derek? Am I innocent?” Spencer’s sparkling brown eyes do not leave Derek’s even as he takes swallows his dick. “Fuck no.” Derek grins at his love. He certainly doesn’t look innocent now, eagerly taking Derek’s sizable cock down his throat. Derek trails his lube slicked fingers down Spencer’s crack. Spencer widens his stance, spreading his legs wide until Derek plunges two fingers inside him. Derek fingers him in the same rhythm that Spencer is sucking his dick. He presses deliberately on his prostate, making Spencer’s cock leak profusely.
Derek moans at the happy noises Spencer makes. His boy loves to suck his cock and getting fingered at the same time only makes it more pleasurable for Spencer. With apparent regret, Spencer pulls off. Derek continues to thrust his fingers inside him until Spencer crawls up and dives into his mouth. The taste of his own pre-cum does nothing to diminish the pleasure of Spencer’s sweet mouth. Derek flips them quickly without breaking the kiss. He ruts against Spencer as their tongues glide and tangle. Spencer breaks the kiss, panting softly. “Derek, need you.”
More than ready, Derek searches for the abandoned lube and makes a triumphant sound when he finally finds it. He slicks himself and spreads Spencer’s leg wide. Derek pushes in loving the feeling of Spencer’s ass stretching to accommodate him. As always, minimal resistance quickly turns into eager acceptance. Spencer’s entrance welcomes his cock like it belongs there. Long legs wrap around his strong hips as Derek starts to rock forward and back. Short, shallow stabs quickly turn into deep, forceful thrusts. Spencer grabs Derek’s ass, encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper. Derek groans deeply as he buries himself inside of Spencer over and over. Spencer’s grunts as Derek slams into him steadily increase in volume. Spencer’s tight hold on Derek’s ass never loosens, no doubt forming finger shaped bruises on his beautiful dark skin.
Knowing he is close, Derek chants, “Love you. Pretty Boy. I fucking love you so damned much.” His hips snap all the harder and deeper as he plummets toward the edge.
Spencer’s eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open as his body jolts from Derek’s thrusts. “Fuucck. L—love you too. Ugh. I—I love you so much!”
That’s all it takes for Derek to fill Spencer with his hot, cum. Even floating in orgasmic bliss, Derek’s hips keep moving until Spencer screams his own release.
Sweaty and breathing harshly, Derek crushes Spencer’s lithe body with his heavy body. Spencer takes his weight without protest. He finally releases Derek’s ass, flexing his fingers to get the stiffness out. Spencer lies underneath Derek like the limp, satisfied noodle he is. A minute later, Spencer feels Derek’s body relax and hears his breathing deepen. Derek is asleep, atop him, inside him and Spencer can’t find it in himself to care. He closes his eyes and joins Derek in sleep.

A/N: A quick thanks to Gia for always being my first reader! Love you! Thank you also to allcmsue for enthusiastically accepting to do a quick proofread when I was too tired to do it myself!
I hope to start Ch 16 soon but no guarantees. My muse seems to be a bit crazed right now, flooding me with story ideas, so I might be drawn into starting one of them despite my far too many ongoing stories and with two different authors asking me to co-write a story as well the new story with Gia.
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