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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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Soon after, the game comes back on. Trying to lighten the mood, Morgan and Josh both focus on bickering back and forth. By the end of the third quarter, all of them have forgotten about the maybe stalker.
Both Josh and Derek are on the edge of their seats. The Bears are still leading but the Giants are moving swiftly down the field, the Bears’ defense seemingly unable to stop them. First and goal, a touchdown is nearly a sure thing; it will bring the Giants ahead. On edge, Josh is pacing. “Fuck! NO! You fucking idiot!” he screams at the Giants’ quarterback for throwing an interception in the red zone. He is furious; the hope of the near sure touchdown that would bring his beloved Giants ahead is gone. His anger is only intensified by Morgan’s gloating. Too many mistakes by the Giants’ defense and a couple of costly penalties later, Josh is reaching his boiling point.
“Yesss!! Pass inference! Suck on that MacWills!” Derek taunts as the Bears ga-in twenty yards on a pass interference penalty. The Bears are in the red zone, now. “Get your money ready, this game is in the bag.”
“You wanna bet!” Josh shoots back.
“Bring it on, short stuff. The Giants fucking threw this game away and you know it!”
Already pissed off because of the game, Josh sees red. He fucking hates remarks about his height. The game forgotten, he dives at Morgan, tackling him to the ground. Josh uses his surprising speed to his advantage, while Morgan employs his superior height and reach. The two men skillfully wrestle on the floor. Josh may be an artist but he is also an amateur boxer and spars regularly with Luc. They swear and taunt each other as they scramble to pin the other.
Lucas watches with an amused smirk on his face. Spencer, on the other hand, ignores them completely. He simply continues reading.
Twenty minutes later, the two men stand staring at each other, plotting their next attack. Neither wants to give, despite their fatigue and their bruised bodies.
Spencer finishes the last page of his book and looks up. “Enough.”
Neither Josh nor Derek move, their bodies still readied for the next attack.
He gets up and stands between them. “I said enough. It is a tie. Neither of you wins, neither of you loses.”
Both of them are too competitive. They want a definite winner and loser.
“Oh, for crying out loud. Just shake hands and get over it. Like two little boys,” Spencer scolds.
Still hesitant, neither man moves.
“You are both free of course to fight it out…” Luc declares nonchalantly.
Morgan and Josh eye him suspiciously; they both know he is going to say something they aren’t going to like.
“…but if you do…” Luc smirks wickedly. “…you must bear the consequences.”
Josh narrows his blue eyes, “What consequences?”
His husband’s smile widens, “You can say goodbye to this…” he indicates his body. “…and this for a while,” gesturing to Spencer’s body.
“What?!” Josh and Derek yell together. Josh sputters, “Bbb—ut! You wouldn’t!”
“You know I don’t make idle threats, Danno,” Lucas warns using his own personal pet name for Josh. “You’ll get no satisfaction from me. Better get familiar with your hand again, Babe. I’m keeping all the toys to myself.”
“Hey, no need to be hasty!” Josh answers. He can’t help but imagine his Luc being filled by his favorite vibrator.
Derek snaps his head toward Spencer, “Baby? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”
Spencer firms his resolve, “Wouldn’t I? Remember, we have a perfectly good guest room. If winning means that much you, go ahead. Fight it out. But you will be sleeping alone. I’ll be all alone in our big bed. All those toys to satisfy me. You’ll have nothing, Der. Nothing but your own hand.”
“Fuuck!” Derek moans, palming his growing erection, imaging a nude Spencer fucking himself with a dildo.
Spencer licks his lips, gazing coyly at his Der.
“Fucking hell,” Josh mutters. “You two are evil.”
Derek whines, “Neither of you fight fair.”
Luc grins, “That’s how you win.”
Josh and Derek quickly shake hands. Neither wants to be denied the pleasure of their partner’s body. The threat only serves to bring sex into the forefront of their brains. The game and the fight are forgotten completely as Josh hungrily stares at Lucas, while Derek does the same to Spencer.
Derek is the first to snap, surging forward to capture Spencer’s lips. Mindless of the other couple, he cups Spencer’s face and devours those delicious, pink lips.
Josh cracks next and shoves Luc down onto the couch. He straddles his husband’s lap, and dives into Luc’s mouth. They fight for dominance; their kiss is full of tongue and teeth. This time, Josh comes out the victor as he maps every inch of Luc’s mouth.
When Derek runs out of breath, he pulls back. His eyes are drawn to the couch. Luc and Josh are tearing each other’s shirts off. Derek is surprised by how hot it is to watch the two men together. Both are gorgeous, fit men with enticingly ripped chests. They are as fiercely passionate as he and Spencer are.
Spencer growls a little. Derek’s attention should be on him, not anyone else! He plasters his body against Derek; shoving his hands down the back of Der’s basketball shorts, cupping his bare ass. Derek tears his gaze away from the other couple and focuses again on Spencer. Grinning, Spencer grinds against him.
Derek latches his mouth onto Spencer’s neck, happily sucking a mark. He can feel Spencer shiver under his lips. He knows how much his Pretty Boy enjoys his possessive marks. Derek slowly and deliberately covers Spencer’s neck with marks, feeling Spencer melt.
A deep groan breaks his focus and Derek turns. His eyes widen; Lucas lies on his back on the couch, completely naked and holding his knees. Josh is kneeling on the floor beside him and is thrusting in three fingers. A travel sized packet of lube lays discarded on the floor next to them. Luc opens his eyes and meets Derek’s.
Derek’s mind blanks. He’s watched gay porn before but he has never seen two guys fuck right in front of him. It is fucking hot.
His lust blown eyes hold Derek’s gaze, even as he begs Josh, “Fuck me, Danno. Come on! I’m fucking ready!”
Josh tears off his own pants and boxers, slicks himself and plunges deep. Luc closes his eyes as Josh’s hot length sinks inside of him. “Yeaahh, Babe!” Josh grunts as he pistons his hips, his cock fucking in and out of Luc’s tight heat.
Derek can’t stop watching. He is shocked at how unbelievably hot it is to watch Josh fuck Lucas.
Spencer has had enough. Derek is his. No one is allowed to get Derek hot but him. Spencer yanks Derek’s face toward him. “No! You are mine!”
Derek swallows, *Now, that is fucking hot.* He so rarely sees Spencer’s possessive side. Derek is insanely possessive and he knows it. But Spencer is different; he is rarely possessive or jealous. “I’m yours,” he immediately answers. He is Spencer’s just as much as Spencer is his.
Satisfied, Spencer doesn’t spare a glance at the other couple and drags Derek to their bedroom. Derek follows eagerly; he’s already forgotten all about Luc and Josh. His mind is filled by Spencer.
Still feeling jealous and possessive, Spencer tears off Derek’s clothing and pushes him onto the bed. “Stay,” he orders. Spencer is in charge and he’ll make Derek forget all about Luc and Josh. He strips himself, turning around deliberately. The black plug settled between his cheeks is exposed, standing out starkly against his pale skin.
Derek licks his lips, focusing completely on Spencer as he slowly pulls out the plug.
Spencer twists back around, tossing the plug aside. He promises darkly, “You are mine, Derek Morgan. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget it.”
Derek gulps, unable to stop the shiver of lust that runs through him. This dominant, possessive Spencer is unexpected and exceptionally hot. He is speechless.
Smirking, Spencer goes to their toy box and pulls out the silk strips. He struts toward the bed with them in hand. Derek’s eyes follow his every move. Not even the loud sounds of what sounds like some very hot sex coming from the other room can distract Derek. Spencer grins when Derek lifts his arms, freely offering his wrists up. He ties each wrist carefully and tightly. Spencer eases back to admire his handiwork.
Derek’s arms are spread, tied to the headboard. His pupils are blown wide. His cock is heavy and leaking. Derek is ripe for the picking and completely at Spencer’s mercy.
Feeling a bit vindictive, Spencer leaves the bed and again opens their toy box. When he turns around, a cock ring is in his hand.
Derek groans. Spencer is definitely punishing him. Tying him down and not allowing Derek to touch. Locking a cock ring around him, Spencer leaves him desperate but unable to come. Spencer is in complete control. He whimpers as he feels the ring tighten around him.
Spencer stands by the bed, stroking himself slowly.
Derek can’t keep his eyes off him. “Pretty Boy. Please,” he pleads.
Smiling, Spencer releases his dick and wets his fingers with his tongue. Once wet, he turns around and thrusts two fingers into his hole, giving Derek the perfect view. “I don’t know, Der. Do you deserve it?” he asks over his shoulder.
“Come on, Baby. I need you, I’ll be good,” Derek whines.
“Hm…I’m not convinced,” Spencer says as he straddles Derek’s waist. “Maybe you want to go back out there and watch Luc and Josh fuck. Maybe you want to join them instead.”
Derek replies, “What? NO! Pretty Boy, I only want you. No one else.”
“Are you sure? You don’t want be in there fucking Lucas or Josh? Push inside of Josh while he fucks Luc?”
“Spencer, fuck. No. I don’t want them, only you. I admit they are fucking hot together but I wouldn’t touch either of them. I’m yours, Pretty Boy. Only yours,” he promises.
Pleased but not completely appeased, Spencer kneels on the bed beside Derek, jacking himself as Derek watches intently. He eats up the desperate way Derek stares at him in want.
Derek licks his lips, his mouth parting; his mouth waters as Spencer pleasures himself. He wants to wrap his lips around Spencer’s cock. Derek is frantic to touch his Baby but all he can do is watch. “Baby, please. I wanna taste you. Let me suck you,” he begs.
Spencer doesn’t answer, his hand moving faster and faster as he races toward the brink. Mere moments later, Spencer’s cum splatters onto Derek’s chest.
Derek surges against his bonds but they hold tight. More than anything, he wants Spencer’s cum on his tongue. “Please!”
Spencer dips his fingers into the pool of cum and offers them to Derek.
Derek lunges forward, sucking the digits into his mouth and moaning at the taste of Spencer’s cum. Spencer pulls his fingers back and smears more cum onto his fingers. Derek sucks and swirls his tongue eagerly around the offered fingers.
Spencer leans forward and covers Derek’s lips with his own. His tongue maps out every inch of Derek’s mouth. Derek groans, submitting as Spencer plunders his mouth without mercy. It is times like this that Derek wishes he received pleasure from bottoming. But he absolutely doesn’t. He can’t bottom but Derek can give Spencer his submission, freely give up his control to his Pretty Boy. Spencer nibbles on his bottom lip before clamping down harshly, forcing a moan out of Derek.
Spencer releases Derek’s lip, trailing kisses down his neck. He stops at his collarbone and sucks a mark. Derek hisses, “Yess!” Spencer latches onto his nipple, sucking hard. Again, Derek fights the restraints, wanting nothing more than to touch his Baby. Spencer scraps his teeth against the hardened bud while his long fingers twist the other nipple just this side of painful. “Fuucck,” Derek cries.
Spencer sucks and licks his way down his muscled chest and stomach as Derek writhes under his touch. He licks down his treasure trail and Derek thrusts his hips up but Spencer is quick to deny his unspoken request. Spencer spreads Derek’s legs and gives each muscular inner thigh a matching hickey. “Oh, please. Dear god, Spencer. You’re killing me here, Pretty Boy.”
“Are you going to be a good boy? Take only what I give to you? Are you ready for me, Derek?”
“Fuck yeah, I am!”
Spencer chuckles. He is getting exactly what he wants: Derek forgetting all about Luc and Josh and focusing on him completely. Spencer straddles Derek’s hips; he grasps his cock and slides onto it slowly. “Yesss,” Derek hisses. Spencer leans back, starting a slow rhythm: lifting up and sinking down. Derek struggles against the silk restraints, wanting nothing more than to clutch Spencer’s hips as he rides him. Unable to free his hands, he can only shake with lust. Sliding in and out of Spencer’s tight heat without an ounce of control is sweet torture. Derek knows if he tries to take any control, he’ll be denied. Spencer is in charge now and his Baby will not hesitate to show exactly how little power Derek has. He fights every instinct inside of him, taking what Spencer offers him and nothing more. A single thrust of his hips isn’t worth having his Pretty Boy to pull away from him and leaving him hard and unsatisfied.
Spencer seats himself fully before wiggling teasingly. He rocks back and forth; the teasing only serving to make Derek more desperate. He leans forward, kissing Derek’s lax mouth; Spencer’s body leaning further and further forward until Derek’s dick slides out. Derek whines pitifully at the loss, not that he would ever admit it.
Spencer’s face is so close that he can feel his hot breath on his face. “Do you deserve it, Der? Do you deserve to cum?”
Derek pleads, “Oh please! I’ll do anything! I need you; I need you to fuck me!”
Spencer pecks his lips before leaning back. Instead of seating himself, Spencer turns around, straddling Derek backwards.
“Oh shit.” Derek knows exactly what is going to happen. He is going to have to watch as his cock disappears into Spencer and he won’t be allowed to touch.
On his knees, Spencer lifts up, holding Derek’s dick steady as he slowly impales himself. Spencer is well aware of how much this will torture Derek; to watch but not touch. He shifts up, careful to keep the head inside of him, and sinks back down. Derek whimpers softly as he watches inch by torturous inch be swallowed by Spencer’s greedy hole.
Spencer eases down, squeezing his passage tightly. Derek’s eyes roll up and he keens. He begs, desperately and incoherently, nothing in this world exists except his cock in Spencer’s ass. Spencer mercifully starts bouncing on his lap, the sound of bare skin slapping together and Derek’s grunts echo in the room. Spencer leans back, putting his weight on his hands and plants his feet. He snaps his hips up and down, panting as Derek’s dick hits his prostrate.
Derek can’t take much more but for once he needs Spencer’s permission to cum. “Fuck, please. Spencer! Let me cum!” Spencer is feeling desperate himself and lets Derek’s dick slip out. He quickly removes the ring and slams down on Derek’s cock. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so,” Spencer warns as he rides him hard and fast. Derek’s hands are clutched so tight that his fingernails are biting into his skin. Feeling himself start to cum, Spencer demands, “Cum!” Derek roars as he pulses inside of Spencer, who rides him through the aftershocks. One last spurt and Spencer stills his hips.
Both are breathing hard. Spencer eases off and turns around, lying heavily on top of Derek. They both tense when they hear a set of footsteps approaching a minute later. Spencer quickly unlocks the gun safe and pulls out his gun. Pointing it at the doorway, he waits.
A few seconds later, a shirtless Josh peeks his head in. His eyes widen at the scene in front of him: Derek is naked, his chest and legs covered in cum, still tied securely to the bed, and an equally naked Spencer aiming a gun in his direction.
“Josh! Sorry, I forgot you were here,” Spencer apologizes as he lowers his gun.
Josh waves off his apology. He eyes Derek’s body with interest, smirking when Spencer possessively places a pillow over Derek’s crotch, hiding it from view. “I’m sure you did,” Josh answers slyly, staring pointedly at Derek’s tied wrists. “Kinky.” Josh grins as Derek blushes, actually blushes! It is adorable.
“Was there something you needed?” Spencer asks with a trace of a bite in his tone. He clearly doesn’t want anyone to look at Derek but him.
Josh finds Spencer’s possessiveness amusing, considering how it is usually Derek that puts on the caveman act. “Yeah. Wondering if Luc and I could shower before we leave?” he asks, indicating his chest, which is noticeably smeared with cum.
“Oh, yeah. Of course, guest bathroom is open. You know where everything is.”
With that, Josh leaves. They see Josh leading an unself-conscious and totally nude Luc, who has cum dripping down his leg, toward the guest bathroom less than a minute later.
When he hears the door close, Spencer quickly unties Derek and pulls him into their bathroom. They’d better wash before the hot water runs out.
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Meanwhile, earlier that same Sunday morning:
Barry Kryupt sits his car Sunday morning.
Last night, he had been lucky and noticed the Hispanic teenager hadn’t come at nine as usual to let the stupid dog out for the night. He knew that Spencer would be coming home some time that night. Barry had left soon afterward, eager to come back early Sunday morning to watch Spencer.
He watches the neighbor’s house carefully. The widow has lights on and Kryupt debates whether to risk getting caught when the older woman comes out of her house. Grinning at his luck, Barry waits a few minutes to ensure she isn’t coming back and makes his way to her backyard. He climbs his favorite tree and settles in to wait.
It is three hours later before Spencer comes into view. His beautiful genius pads into the kitchen to suck down his morning coffee. The open floor plan allows Barry to see the living room and parts of the kitchen. Clutching his mug, Spencer walks into the living room with the mutt trailing after him and sits in the chair by the window. Spencer grabs a book from the stack on the side table and reads as he finishes his coffee. The stupid dog stares out the window at his tree. Barry wonders if he somehow knows he is there but dismisses it, believing he is giving the dog too much credit. Kryupt blatantly ignores when Morgan enters with his own coffee and a laptop.
The next hour is quiet, Spencer reads and Morgan uses his computer. The mutt eventually stops staring at his tree and lies down at Spencer’s feet. Finishing his book, Spencer murmurs something to the other man and both of them leave the room. The dog gets up and follows them. Spencer soon comes out in different clothing. The baggy jersey and sweats are obviously Morgan’s and Barry feels a surge of jealousy. Once Spencer is his, Spencer will never wear another fucking football jersey.
Kryupt catches glimpses of Spencer in his binoculars as he flits around the kitchen. Far too soon, Morgan appears again. It takes little time before Morgan presses himself intimately against Spencer. Barry snarls; Morgan’s big, stupid body is blocking his view of his gorgeous Spencer. The genius’s clothing is quickly stripped, as is Morgan’s. He tears at his hair, frustrated that he can’t see Spencer’s beautiful, nude body. From Morgan’s body movements, Kryupt knows that he is fucking Spencer but he can’t see! Barry shoves the fabric of his sweatshirt into his mouth to muffle his frustrated cries. He stares at the back of Morgan’s head, hating him more and more with every second. Morgan stills suddenly and then drops from view. Barry can see Spencer’s face! He stares intently as Spencer’s pleasure builds until he orgasms. The expression is burned into his brain, *Beautiful. It will be so much better, Spencer, when it is my mouth on your cock.* Spencer lies unmoving on the table; Morgan leaves briefly and returns holding something. Spencer disappears from view again, and Kryupt curses the large black man once again. Mere seconds later, Spencer jumps up and throws on his clothing. The fleeting glimpse of bare skin is covered up far too quickly for Barry’s liking.
While Spencer putters around the kitchen, Barry gets down from the tree and stretches his body. He pisses into a bush before climbing back into the tree. After sanitizing his hands, Kryupt opens his trail mix and starts chowing down. By the time he’s finished eating and drinking, two men have arrived: one a short blonde with slicked back hair, and the other a tall, chestnut haired man. The four men quickly settle down to watch some TV. Morgan and the hyper little blonde guy appear to be doing a lot of yelling back and forth. Barry is guessing they are watching a football game. *How pedestrian* The other stranger is pretty quiet, as is Spencer.
More and more, Barry has to wonder what Spencer sees in the big, dumb jock. Kryupt finds him annoying and he can’t even hear what he is saying. He zones out after a while and his focus snaps back to the window when he sees quick movement. The blonde lunges at Morgan and they go down. Barry scoffs at Morgan, the uncivilized brute. Spencer deserves someone better than a brainless, violent thug. He eyes Spencer, who ignores the two men and continues to read. *How can my brilliant Spencer see anything in that fucking beast?* His disgust only grows as the scuffle persists. Spencer finishes his book and stands up. His beautiful warrior stops the fight in its tracks using only his brain. Barry is proud of his love.
But the mood shifts unexpectedly, one minute they are talking and the next Morgan and the blonde surge toward their partners. Putting his binoculars up to his eyes, Barry watches Spencer’s mouth. His perfect lips move fluidly against Morgan’s and he can see hints of his pink tongue. Kryupt presses his fingers to his own lips, imagining the soft feeling of Spencer’s lips on his. *He’ll taste so good on my tongue. His clever tongue tangling with mine.* Barry’s eyes hardened in anger as Morgan pulls away and hungrily watches the two men on the couch, ignoring the image of perfection right in front of him. *How dare he look at another! I’ll never look at another when Spencer is mine!*
Furious and practically plotting Morgan’s demise, Barry misses Spencer’s departure. Growling, he drops from the tree and stomps over to his car. He can’t even think about Spencer without Morgan’s cheating gaze flashing in his mind. If he finds out Morgan has broken Spencer’s heart, Barry will kill him. He will show no mercy toward anyone who dares harm his beloved.

Surprised by possessive Spencer? I was!
Those of you hoping for an orgy between Josh, Luc, Derek, and Spencer, sorry to disappoint. Both Derek and Spencer are too possessive of each other to add another or two to the mix. I foresaw too much of Josh and Luc getting punched in the face 'cause Derek is jealous. Derek said "Oh, hell no!" to someone else touching Spencer! And Spencer agreed. So no sexy orgy. Although those that didn't want it should be happy!
The next chapter is already started. I have about 1500 words right now. I have another scene planned out but not written as of yet. I might add another scene or two, I'm not sure.
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