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Spencer's A Tease But He's Mine	By : KTT2123 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5623 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Spencer's A Tease But He's Mine
- 2-Derek Shows Spencer Who He Belongs To
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As the pair exits the SUV, Spencer wisely takes off his favorite vest. He is quite sure the rest of his clothing will be ripped off him the second the door closes. Derek is tense beside him as he shoves the vest into his messenger bag. The older man places a possessive hand on his Pretty Boy’s lower back, guiding him hurriedly toward the room. People quickly get out of their way, some even turning around and fleeing the other way at the sight of Morgan’s intimidating glare. Finally arriving at their room, Derek pushes his naughty boyfriend inside and slams the door.
“Now Pretty Boy, it seems I not only need to remind you who you belong to. I need to punish you for all that infernal teasing you did today,” Derek says as he presses him into the wall. Quickly, the pale man’s hands are pinned above his head. “Stay,” he demands, his expression promising retribution for any disobedience. He is in charge now; it is Spencer that will be at his mercy.
Spencer has no plans for disobeying any orders tonight. Derek has reached his limit and Reid knows all too well not to disobey now. He’s learned the hard way that he won’t enjoy those punishments. Morgan’s restraint is legendary and nothing will change his mind, not even pretty begging. Reid knows that if pushed too far, his love will tie him to the bed all night and not in a fun way. Derek will snap on a cock ring, preventing Spencer from coming as he tortures him all night, ignoring his sobs for mercy. Morgan will have orgasm after orgasm. Spencer will be used for Der’s pleasure over and over but never allowed to come. He’ll be left unsatisfied, all night. Spencer doesn’t want that, never again. He knows Der’s limits and knows that if he wants to have any fun tonight, he better not push them. Spencer may have held the power earlier, it is his plan that got them here, but Derek has the power now.
When Derek returns, he has Spencer’s favorite leather cuffs in his hands. A moment later, the midnight black cuffs are buckled onto those pale, pale wrists. The sight of the contrast between the cuffs and Reid’s pale skin never fails to make lust shoot through Derek’s veins. He squeezes those wrists as a warning, one Spencer easily recognizes. Without wasting time, Morgan rips open the other man’s shirt. “Turn around and brace yourself,” he growls in a dark, dangerous tone. The low, gravelly resonance makes Spencer shiver in delight. Imagining Der commanding him to come in that voice is almost enough to make him come in his pants. The genius scrambles to obey. A second later, the shirt is physically torn off his body and Spencer’s cock twitches in response.
Reid is spun back around, cuffed arms once again pinned above his head. Plump lips don’t hesitate in attacking his mouth. The kiss is dominating and overwhelming, full of teeth and tongue. He can do nothing but let the passion wash over him. Morgan’s fingers thrust into his curls, stroking and tugging at the hair he adores. Derek jerks away, both of them gasping for air. “P—please, Der. I need you, p—please—ah!” Spencer’s plump bottom lip is caught between the other man’s teeth. Reid can’t suppress the whimper caused by the jolt of pain/pleasure that runs through his body as his lip is tugged and bitten by those white teeth. The darker man grins around his mouthful. Hearing his Pretty Boy begging for him never fails to make his cock jump.
Releasing the sore lip, Derek moves to his long, slender neck. Spencer arches his neck, giving him better access. Dark lips press against his neck in light, airy, sweet kisses. So unexpected that Reid can’t stop a soft sigh in response. Forgetting himself, the genius lowers his hands, despite being told not to. Morgan’s hand shoots out, pressing the cuffed hands back into place with a painful grip. “What was the one thing I told you, Baby?”
Spencer looks down, ashamed.
“What. Did. I. Say?!”
“To stay. You told me to stay.”
“And what does that mean?”
Remorseful caramel eyes look up, “It means not to lower my arms until you tell me to.”
“That’s right. Now, Pretty Boy, can you do that? Or—”
“No! I can do it!” Spencer vows earnestly. He needs Der tonight.
“Good boy.” Derek finally loosens his grip on his cuffed wrists. He forces Spencer’s neck to arch before sinking his white teeth into pale, unmarked skin. “Aah!” The younger man’s whole body jerks, the pain only feeding the lust running through his veins. He whimpers as he feels Derek’s tongue lapping at the bite mark. Then, plump lips seal over the mark, sucking hard and fast. “Oh, please!” he begs. Spencer is so close, a little more and he’ll come. Morgan’s erection is pressed against his leg and his hard body crowds against Spencer. All that contact between their bodies only makes Reid throb harder. The anticipation throughout the day and each almost violent, passionate touch from Derek is enough to make him come in his pants.
Suddenly, it’s gone. All that delicious heat disappears. He can’t stop the little sob as his orgasm is denied. His hips thrust forward but the empty air gives him no relief. “Please!” Derek stands in front of him, eying him. No doubt he is enjoying how very debauched Spencer looks. Indeed, his Pretty Boy is breathtaking. His curls are in disarray, his lips red from Der’s possessive kisses, his neck is sporting a bright red bite mark with a hickey surrounding it, his chest is bare with only his ugly tie hanging around his neck, and his cock is straining against the tightness of his pants. At this moment, Spencer is completely at Derek’s mercy.
Coffee colored eyes stare at Derek, imploring him to continue. He smiles at his Pretty Boy, who is struggling to restrain his desire, trying to resist his body’s plea for contact.
“Okay, Baby. Arms down.”
With a sigh, the genius lowers his trembling arms. He’s careful not to touch his straining groin. It would only serve to anger Derek and he’d only have to wait longer to come.
Grabbing the tie, Morgan leads him to the bed and pushes him onto it. Reid automatically lifts up his arms above his head. As he lies there, Derek undoes his pants and tears them off. The older man smiles as he pulls off mismatched socks and Doctor Who boxers. He stand back, *God, he’s beautiful like this. Beautiful and all mine.* This is a sight he never tires of: Spencer completely naked, slick with sweat, cock hard and dripping, his wrists cuffed and lying obediently above his head, with lust written all over his face. Lust for him alone.
Derek goes back into his to-go bag, and grabs their little toy bag. He sets it on the bed, taking out a cock ring, holding it up. Reid groans as he feels the metal of the ring latch tightly around him. He will be left on the brink of coming until it is released.
“Close your eyes.” He waits until Spencer obeys. Derek kisses down his chest, rubbing his stubble against sensitive, pale skin. Fingers come up to pinch and tug on his right nipple. “Ugh!” Derek’s smile flashes, unseen. Muscles jump as soft lips meet skin. Derek sucks bruise after bruise on his pale chest and stomach. Trembling in anticipation, Spencer feels hot breath on his other nipple. A sharp tug on his right nipple shifts his focus and he can’t stop himself from arching his body when he finally feels his other nipple being engulfed by hot, moist heat. Spencer keens at the dual sensation on both of his nipples: the pinching and tugging of one and the licking and sucking of the other. Derek moves to lie, fully clothed, on top of him. He’s heavy but it feels so good. Reid thrusts uncontrollably against that thick, muscular thigh between his legs. His cuffed hands are fisted in the bedding, trying to get leverage to thrust up harder. “Ngh!” he cries as Derek’s teeth scrap across his sensitive, peaked tip. “Close! So close! Please, Der!” Morgan pulls off his nipple with a loud pop, before kissing down his stomach. He eases back to look at Spencer. Derek is smug as his eyes flutter to every mark he’s made. The pale man’s chest is red from his stubble, nipples are red and straining, hickeys and bite marks everywhere on his torso and neck. There is no doubt that Spencer belongs to Derek.
As Der’s delicious weight atop of him slowly lifts away from him, Spencer screams in protest, “Derek!” A second later, he feels teeth sink into his hip bone. Another claiming bite. Another mark of possession.
Then, nothing. No plump lips, no hot tongue, no strong fingers, absolutely nothing is touching his bare skin.
“No! No, no, no! Please!” Spencer begs. He opens his eyes, desperate and pleading for mercy. But the puppy dog eyes are ignored. Spencer is brought to the brink, only to be denied a second time.
Derek stands at the bedside, and slowly begins to strip. He knows his Pretty Boy won’t be able to stop himself from devouring his little strip tease.
Spencer’s eyes focus like a gun scope on every inch of skin that is exposed. Mouth open, breathing heavily, he watches as the sweater is lifted. The dark, hard muscles of his arms are uncovered. Derek’s wife-beater tank clings to him like a second skin. Spencer licks his lips, wanting nothing more than to touch. Turning around, Derek gradually lifts the tank. Reid stares hungrily at the ripple of his back muscles. Deliberately, he stretches his arms high, knowing exactly how much that turns his Pretty Boy on. Like a laser, the genius’ eyes are drawn. He cannot resist, the sight makes his cock throb. Spencer is fascinated by watching those back muscles bunch and move as he always is. Derek doesn’t need to turn around to know the effect his strip tease is having. He can feel Reid’s eyes boring into his bare back. Morgan stills until he hears Spencer freeze and gasp. Reid is tense, waiting…and waiting…and waiting… It feels like forever before the sound of Derek’s zipper lowering resonates; it seems incredibly loud in the silent room. Spencer bites his lip, watching intensely as Derek wiggles teasingly out of his pants. His fingers flex, itching to cup those round cheeks. Derek finally turns around. Spencer is panting, even as his caramel eyes zero on the bulge. Nothing is left to imagination by the way his tight boxers briefs cling to him. Reid’s mouth waters, almost able to feel the hefty weight of Derek in his mouth.
Instead of straddling his chest and shoving his cock in his mouth as he expects, Morgan surprises him by kneeling next to his legs. Derek grips his cock, sliding his hand up and down in brutally slow strokes. “Oh, yeeah. Fuck!” Speeding up every other stroke until Spencer whimpers and begins to fuck his fist. *So close.* But the cock ring won’t let him come. Desperate, he begs, “Please, Der! I need it! Please, just let me cum!”
“You wanna cum, Baby?”
He nods frantically. “Yes! Yes! Please!”
But Morgan heartlessly denies him for the third time, pulling his hand away.
Frustrated, Spencer cries, “No! Please! I’m sorry!” Again, he tries to find friction, thrusting up but there is nothing there but air. He chokes back a sob.
*Payback’s a bitch.* Derek grins, feeling satisfied at getting a bit of revenge. “This is what you get, Pretty Boy, for leaving me hard in the middle of a police station.”
Tears of frustration trail down his cheeks and he jerks his head to the side, trying to hide behind his arm. Spencer doesn’t know how much more he can take. His teasing all day hadn’t only gotten Derek hot, he is desperate. He needs it.
“Shh, Sweetheart, it’s alright.” Derek gently turns his face until their eyes lock and he lovingly wipes away the tears. Morgan gently strokes Spencer’s hair, placing a sweet kiss on his lips, then soft pecks all over his face until his love calms down. “That’s it. You’re okay.” He’s made his baby suffer enough. “What do you want, Pretty Boy?”
“You. Only you.” There is nothing and no one else Spencer wants.
Derek reaches up and unbuckles the leather cuffs. He places a couple pillows down, “Turn over.”
Spencer eagerly obeys, hoping he’ll finally get fucked like he needs.
“Spread ‘em.” Quickly tearing off his boxers, he sets himself between those open legs. Derek cups his ass, pulling them apart to reveal his tight rosebud. Spencer can’t help clenching and unclenching, feeling empty and desperate to be filled. Derek blows gently on his hole. “Ugh! Derrrek!” At the first feeling of Morgan’s tongue Spencer starts, tightening unconsciously. But Derek licks and sucks until the muscles relax, stabbing his pointed tongue inside. “Yes!” Spencer cries as he alternately thrusts forward into the pillows and backward into Derek’s tongue. Soon, a lubed finger thrusts inside along his tongue, then two. The first touch of his prostrate makes Spencer keen. “Yes, oh yes! Now! Fuck me, Der! Split me in two!”
Derek knows he is still tight but can’t wait any longer, he hastily lubes his cock. “Up!” Spencer scrambles to all fours, willingly presenting himself. Draping himself across his back, Derek sheathes himself inside. Spencer gasps, feeling the burn as that thick, hard cock splits him open. Morgan stills, gritting his teeth as Spencer squeezes his muscles around him. *So fucking tight.* Feeling the tension loosen from the body underneath him, Derek eases out and thrusts forward. His cock glides slowly in and out of Spencer’s tight hole. The rhythm far too slow for either of them to get off, regardless of how desperate they both are. The burn of Derek’s cock stretching his muscles is long gone by the time Spencer can’t take the agonizingly slow pace anymore. “Harder! Come on! Fuck me already!”
This is what Derek has been waiting for. He bites down on his Pretty Boy’s shoulder. “Ugh!” the genius wails. Lifting off Spencer’s back, his fingers dig into slim hips and he snaps his own hips forward. Reid grunts, dropping to his elbows, spreading his legs more, his ass high. “Fuck, yeah!” Spencer howls as Derek fucks him deeper. He pushes into each violent thrust. *Fucking finally!* This is what he wanted, to be fucked and fucked hard.
Having no more restraint left, Derek fucks him hard and fast. He groans, “Fuck, Pretty Boy! You need this. You need my cock in your ass. Deep inside you, so you know who you belong to.”
Spencer cannot even respond, moaning deeply at each hard thrust.
“Who do you belong to?”
Reid is lost in pleasure, not even registering the question.
“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?!” Derek demands.
“Y—you. I belong to you,” Spencer sobs.
“Who can touch you?”
“Only you,” he promises urgently.
“That’s right, Pretty Boy. You belong to me! No one can touch you but me! You are mine! You understand? You. Belong. To. Me!” Derek yells. He has laid claim all over Spencer’s body. Fingertip bruises, hickeys, and bite marks possessively mark Spencer’s pale body as his. It is him that has turned Spencer into this writhing, wanton creature, only him. *He is MINE!*
Spencer chants, “Oh, please, please, please!”
Derek unlocks the cock ring and demands, “Cum for me.”
Screaming, Spencer explodes. Derek thrusts twice, holding himself deep as finds his own release.
The pair collapses into a pile and Spencer promptly passes out. Several minutes later, Derek eases them both onto their sides. He is careful not to pull out as he moves, not wanting to separate from his Pretty Boy, wanting to stay surrounded by his love’s tight heat. He carefully wipes Spencer clean with the sheet and tosses it aside. Derek kisses the back of his sleeping mate’s neck gently. *Mine,* he thinks one last time before joining Spencer in sleep.

I have three more fics finished for this Verse, which I will post soon. I am also currently working on a stalker fic for this Verse. I plan to do an age play fic with this pair but it will not be part of this verse.
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