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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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As the chapter title indicates, Barry gets super creepy in this chapter. So brace yourselves!

When Spencer gets back to his desk, the flower bouquet is noticeably missing and he’s thankful he doesn’t have to see it again. An hour later, they get a case and are flying to Choctaw, Oklahoma to investigate the latest victim of the so-called Tornado Killer. The Unsub dumps his victims into tornado ravaged areas. The Choctaw victim brings the body count up to five. The case allows all of them to get their minds off Spencer’s maybe stalker.
Exhausted after the long day, Hotch tells them to pack it for the night. As they walk toward their room, Derek tucks Spencer close. Uncaring that they are still in public, he goes willingly. The warmth and familiar scent of Derek comforts him as it always does. Without the case as a distraction, Spencer’s mind goes straight to his possible stalker. His muscles are tense as if he is expecting someone to jump out and try to kidnap him. But Derek is at his side and he knows his Der would do anything to protect him. Spencer knows Derek would die for him as scary as that is to think about.
As they enter their room, Derek cups the back of his neck. “Strip, Pretty Boy.”
Flushing in anticipation, Spencer removes his layers of clothing.
“Lay on the bed, facedown.”
Spencer quickly obeys.
Derek goes through his bag and grabs what he’s looking for. Quickly stripping off his own clothing, he straddles Spencer’s hips. Flicking open the bottle, he squeezes the liquid onto his hands. Derek leans forward, his strong hands start working the tense muscles of his love’s shoulders. “Relax. Let me take care of you.” The edible strawberry massage oil will smell delicious soaked into Spencer’s skin.
A massage isn’t what he’d been expecting and he groans as Der’s fingers force his muscles to relax and loosen. Spencer can’t hold back his moans as Derek tames his every muscle into submission. He’s melted into a pile of goo by Derek’s patient, magical hands. Completely relaxed, Spencer doesn’t even react when Derek starts massaging his ass. Yet, when Derek’s hands move down to his thighs, he whines in protest. Spencer wants him to spread his cheeks and push inside him. To thrust in and out of his limp, willing body.
“Shh…Baby.”
“But I want you…” Spencer wiggles lazily, feeling Der’s hardness against his body. “And you want me.”
Chuckling darkly, “You always want me.” He hears Spencer’s indignant huffing and finishes “And I always want you.”
Spencer sighs happily, Der’s fingers have moved down to his feet.
“Patience, Pretty Boy. I am going to caress every inch of your skin. Worship your entire body, taste and kiss you everywhere. Stretch you until you are begging for my cock. Slip inside of your body, slow and gentle. I am going to make love to you until all you are aware of is how much I love you.” Not waiting for a response, Derek engulfs toe, sucking gently as he feels Spencer shudder. Licking and kissing Spencer’s foot. His white teeth scrape lightly against the soft skin of his heel. Derek lavishes his other foot with the same loving touch. He moves to Spencer’s legs, smothering them with kisses. Derek ignores Spencer’s sound of displeasure when he bypasses his ass completely. He traces the muscles of his shoulders, neck, and back with his tongue. Derek can still taste his Spencer underneath the strawberry massage oil. Working down his back, he stops just above Spencer’s ass. Holding him still, Derek leans close, his hot breath causes Spencer’s skin to prickle and a delicate shiver to run through his body.
Spencer whimpers as Derek’s wide tongue plunges into the cleft of his ass. Oil slicked fingers part his cheeks, smearing the liquid onto his soft skin. Derek’s mouth and tongue follow his fingers, kissing and lapping up every drop of the oil. He hasn’t even touched the pink rosebud and Spencer is already shaking. “Oh, please Der! I need—ahh!” His begging stops abruptly when he feels Derek’s flat tongue glide across his entrance. Derek licks him open, the muscle opening easily to allow his tongue inside. Spencer’s hands fist in the sheets and he keens deep in his throat. His eager, hot tongue stabs inside of Spencer. Derek loves feeling the ring of muscle loosen and soften under his tongue; he gently thrusts a single digit alongside his tongue.
Tears well up in Spencer’s eyes at the loving care his Der takes as he stretches him far slower and longer than necessary. They do not often make love; most of the time, they fuck. Their love is fiery and passionate. Their coupling is often hard and fast, just the way they both like it. Spencer loves to feel owned, claimed by Derek. He wants the marks: the hickeys, the bite marks, and the bruises on his pale skin. He wants to feel the soreness in his ass. Derek is unashamedly a possessive bastard. He needs Spencer to be covered in his marks. He wants Spencer to feel his possession, not just during sex but all the time. Making love slow and tenderly is a rarity for them, which makes it all the more meaningful.
By the time Derek deems him ready, Spencer has four fingers easily thrusting in and out of him. Pulling his fingers out, Der turns him carefully until he is on his back. A pillow is placed under his head and another under his hips with Derek between his spread legs. Love and adoration is written all over Derek’s face. “I love you.” Spencer’s face softens with love, “I love you too.” Derek smiles, leaning down to press his still curved lips against his love’s. He covers Spencer’s flushed face with little butterfly kisses. Derek presses soft kisses to every hickey, bite mark, and bruise from his neck all the way down to his feet. Spencer smiles fondly as Derek makes his way down his body. He is covered in Derek’s marks and he enjoys every brush of his lips against those possessive marks. Happy at the loving attention, Spencer doesn’t even protest when Derek skips past his cock.
Derek kisses the last mark, a hickey on the top of his foot, with a flourish. Spencer watches as his love crawls up his body. Without a word, he wraps his legs around Derek’s waist. Accepting the unspoken invitation, Derek enters with a slow, steady push. “Make love to me, Der.” Unable to refuse, he obeys and the pair rock leisurely together. Their lips and tongues tangle together as a slow heat builds within them. The unhurried pace never quickens; the smooth slide of Derek’s cock in and out of Spencer is exactly what they both want and need. Spencer eases gently over the edge, softly sighing as he feels Derek find his own completion inside him.
Spencer pulls Derek down for a kiss, murmuring “I love you” in between kisses. He feels Derek’s plump lips curve under his as he mumbles “Love you too.” Spencer cherishes the heavy weight of his Der on top of him. When Derek tries to move, Spencer holds him tight. “Come on, Pretty Boy. ‘m too heavy for you.” Pouting, he doesn’t let go. “Just a little while, please?” Spencer asks, knowing all too well that Derek is a big softie and can’t refuse him even the smallest request. Despite grumbling a little, Derek willingly lays atop Spencer.
It doesn’t take long for Spencer to fall asleep with his Der’s heavy, comforting weight on top of him. Derek waits until he is sure he is asleep before pulling out gently and lifting off Spencer. Ignoring his boy’s murmur of protest, he grabs a washcloth from the bathroom and tenderly wipes him clean. He kisses his sleeping Pretty Boy softly, who kisses back happily, mumbling Derek’s name. Derek lays down, his back to Spencer. Ready to turn around, he stops when he feels Spencer instinctively curl behind him as if seeking Derek’s heat. Spencer’s arm flings over his waist and his face is tucked into the back of Derek’s neck. Grinning, Derek falls asleep quickly. He is entirely willing to be Spencer’s little spoon any time he wants.
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Three days later…
Barry Kryupt hides in his car, down the block from Spencer’s house. He watches as a young Hispanic woman enters the house with a key. As she has the past two mornings, the high school aged girl comes out about ten minutes later with a dog. The pitbull looking dog prances happily on the leash. Barry sneers at the beast; Spencer is far too fond of the stupid dog. Spencer shouldn’t love anyone or anything but him! Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Barry watches the girl and the dog disappear down the street. He knows that if she follows her pattern, they’ll be back in about twenty-five minutes. He sets his phone’s alarm for twenty minutes. Grinning manically, Barry exits his car and hurries carefully down the deserted street. Fortunately for him, all of Spencer’s neighbors have already left for work and he doesn’t have much chance of being spotted.
Kryupt skirts around the house to the back door where he can’t be seen from the street. He picks the lock, ever thankful that the ignorant child never sets the alarm while she walks the dog. Entering the house, Barry breathes deep. He swears he can smell Spencer already. Smiling gleefully, he trots through the house looking for the bedroom. Finding it, Kryupt quickly spots the clothes hamper and dumps it out. Tossing aside the larger clothing, he feels his heart flutter in excitement when he sees two pairs of nerdy boxers: Star Wars and Star Trek. There is no doubt they are his loveable genius’.
Barry checks his watch, thrilled that he has plenty of time. Placing the two pairs of dirty boxers on the bed, Kryupt yanks down his pants. His hard cock slaps his stomach as he stares at the boxers in anticipation. Sinking to his knees, Barry shoves his face into the Star War boxers, savoring the smell of Spencer’s musk clinging to the fabric. The dried pre-cum on the front makes it obvious that Spencer had been aroused while wearing them. He sucks on that spot, moaning at the taste of Spencer’s pre-cum. Imagining that Spencer had been thinking of him when he made the wet spot, Barry grabs the other pair of boxers. He wraps it around his dick, jacking himself using Spencer’s boxers. His fantasies run wild: Spencer touching his chest, Spencer’s mouth around his cock, Spencer begging for his dick, fucking Spencer’s tight hole. Far too quickly, Barry explodes all over Spencer’s Star Trek boxers, moaning Spencer’s name around the fabric in his mouth.
Feeling immensely satisfied, Kryupt leans heavily against the bed. He thinks of how good it will be when he finally gets to be with Spencer. To fuck him, use him, love him. Barry is confident that it will happen and that Spencer soon will be his. He will show Spencer how much he loves him and his love will run willingly to his side. *He will come to me, for me. Spencer will love me as I love him.*
Checking his phone, Kryupt sighs. The girl will be back soon. Barry uses the Star Trek boxers to clean himself. He smiles as he tosses them back into the hamper; his semen on Spencer’s boxers makes him very happy, even if Spencer won’t know about it. Every time Spencer wears them, it will almost be like he’s wearing a piece of Barry. He reluctantly pulls his pants back up. Barry breathes deep and sucks hard, getting one last taste of Spencer’s pre-cum. He finally releases the Star Wars boxers from his mouth; Kryupt is half-hard again from the taste. *Soon, I’ll get to taste it straight from his cock. He’ll leak so prettily for me.* He wishes he had more time but at least he now has a souvenir. Barry carefully rolls up the boxers and puts them in his jacket pocket.
Happy with his keepsake, he gathers all the clothing and stuffs them back into the hamper. Tracing his steps, Barry exits the house and makes his back to his car. His alarm goes off as he reaches his car.
Kryupt drives home quickly. He rushes through his house to his bedroom. Barry grabs his blow-up doll and puts Spencer’s boxers on it. In the quiet of his empty house, he imagines the doll is Spencer as he fucks it, screaming Spencer’s name as he cums.
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After school, Sofia Mendez goes back to the Reid-Morgan household to check on Clooney. She adores the sweet Staffordshire Terrier. Turning off the alarm, she calls out for Clooney. Usually he meets her at the door and it is perplexing when he is nowhere to be found. Sofia finally finds him in the couple’s bedroom, lying atop a messy pile of clothing. Clooney had obviously knocked over the clothes hamper and pulled all the dirty clothing out. The remnants of a pair of boxers are scattered around; Clooney had viciously torn them to pieces. Sofia is very surprised; she has never known him to be destructive toward anything but his toys and very rarely shoes. Clooney has plenty of toys lying around, so she is puzzled why he’d destroy a pair of underwear. The rest of the clothing, including other pairs of boxers, is all undisturbed.
Sofia shoos Clooney off the pile of clothes and shoves it all back into the hamper. She blushes lightly when her fingers touch the dirty underwear; her mind quite unwillingly offering images of both Spencer and Derek clad only in their boxers. Both men are admittedly very hot, though Spencer is more her type than Derek. Biting her lip, Sofia pictures them kissing in her mind. She blushes brighter. Clooney’s soft whine brings her out of her inappropriate daydreaming. Sofia makes a mental note to let the two men know about their dog’s behavior as she grabs the waste basket and scoops the remnants of the boxers inside. “Okay Clooney. Let’s go for a walk, hmm?”
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Spencer and Derek finally come home two days later after successfully capturing the Tornado Killer. They arrive just as Sofia is coming back with Clooney from a walk. “Mr. Morgan, Dr. Reid! Um…welcome back!”
Derek smiles at her, “One of these days, we’ll get you to call us Derek and Spencer.”
Sofia giggles nervously.
Both men lean down to greet Clooney. “Were you a good boy for Sofia?” Derek asks.
“Of course he was. Except…”
They look up, questioningly.
“Um…two days ago I came after school to check on him. Clooney had um…” Sofia blushes noticeably, “He’d pulled out all your clothes from the hamper and well…he…uh…he tore a pair of…um…boxers apart.”
Spencer’s face pinkens at the thought of the young woman seeing his dirty boxers. Morgan looks at his dog, puzzled at his odd behavior. “Hm…he has never done that before.”
“Yeah, I thought not. Which is why…I uh…mentioned it.”
A little amused at the flushed, embarrassed faces of both Sofia and Spencer, Derek pulls out money and pays the high school student. “Thanks again, Sofia. We really appreciate you taking care of Clooney while we are working.”
“Not a problem, Mr. Morgan. I love Clooney; he is a great dog.” With that, she waves at the two men, says a soft goodbye to Clooney, hands the leash to Morgan and leaves.
The two men and the dog enter the house. Spencer and Derek quickly unpack their go bags. Spying the shreds of cloth in the garbage, Derek says “Looks like he got a pair of your boxers. Not much left of them.” Spencer peers at the pieces, “Star Trek ones from the look of it. I wonder why he destroyed them?” Looking around he sees plenty of appropriate things for Clooney to chew on. “Maybe he was lonely?” Derek considers that but shakes his head, “But why push over the hamper and dig through it to find a single pair of boxers to destroy and leave everything else untouched?” Neither man can think of a logical reason to explain Clooney’s behavior, so they shrug it off.
They re-pack their go bags with new clothes and set them aside. Spencer pulls off his many layers. He grabs one of Derek’s football jerseys and tugs it over a long sleeve t-shirt. The jersey is huge on him but somehow still smells of Derek even though Spencer seems to be the only one who wears it. He pairs it with an old pair of Derek’s sweats, the strings tied tight to keep the baggy pants up. It is his typical lounging outfit; he never feels more comfortable at home than when he’s practically swimming in Derek’s larger clothing.
Derek, himself, has put on a loose t-shirt and basketball shorts. He is always warmer than Spencer. Dressed, he looks over to Spencer and grins. Spencer in his clothing always makes him very happy; it satisfies the possessive bastard within him greatly. “Come on, Pretty Boy. Let’s relax.”
Spencer smiles as he is led to the couch. He sits as Derek grabs the remote. On his side, Spencer lays his head in Derek’s lap as he flicks on a Socks game. Clooney curls himself behind Spencer’s legs. Derek smiles as his two men quickly fall asleep. Clooney is soon snoring softly, and Spencer’s body relaxes completely in sleep. Derek watches the game, carding his fingers through Spencer’s hair. This moment is perfect and no one can take that away from him. Content, Derek watches uncaringly as the White Sox get their asses handed to them.
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Unseen, Barry Kryupt watches the domestic scene from the neighbor’s tree. He takes pictures excitedly. At home, Barry can replace Morgan’s stupid face with his own. Soon, it will be his lap that Spencer nuzzles happily into. A disturbing smile forms on his lips, *Soon, Spencer, you will be mine*

Check out the Harry Potter-Criminal Minds crossover that my co-writer and I are writing. It is called A Matter of Time and is posted under my co-writers profile, Lady-Giovanna-Potter-Malfoy. We just posted Ch 3 yesterday. Here is the link: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600098160
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