Title: Alpha Males

Author: Ashley

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: T, for now.

Ship: Hotch/Morgan

Summary: After a not-so-chance meeting at Morgan's favorite club, two alpha males finally come together.

Warning: Some pretty heavy Slash going on in this chapter. Don't worry, I don't think you have to worry about the smut until… Next chapter. BLAME HER! (points down at the penname in the AN)

Author's notes: This story is probably going to be three or four chapters long, It started as Lonelygrl91 making a deal with me that if I wrote her a Morgan/Hotch one shot, she would write me any slash pairing I wanted, so I jumped. It spawned, I decided that I wanted to write two or three more chapters. Enjoy!

I rolled my shoulders as I walked into the club, it had been a long week and a hard case. All I wanted to do was hit the dance floor and relax, maybe find some girl that was willing to go to my cabin with me for the weekend.

Making me way over to the bar first, I waved at the bartender, Erica, and she had my favorite beer in front of me in three seconds flat. I blew her a kiss and wink, then turned my attention to the dance floor.

I had learned to use my skills as a profiler to my advantage while I was searching. It was something I had been able to do before I even joined the BAU, and it had helped me pick up a lot of hot girls, and a fair share of hot guys over my years.

I set my beer down, starting to feel like a predator on the hunt. I was looking for a challenge, and it didn't take me long to spot one. I saw a group of girls dancing around a really well built guy, maybe a few inches shorter than me with shirt, but thick, black hair.

He moved better than half of the chicks on the floor, I set my sights on him, and focused on nothing else but the man in the jeans and blue shirt. He never touched any of the women, his arms were held barely above his head, and he was just moving to the music, letting them move around him. That meant one of two things to me, one, not interested in taking anybody home tonight, or two, not looking to take home a woman tonight.

I got off my stool and headed toward the man and the crowd of girls. Making my way toward them, I made my presence known to one of the regulars, who got her girls to back off.

The man hesitated, but only for a moment, before my hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back. I was a little less than inch taller than him. I had a rule though, with men; if they don't touch back within thirty seconds, move. I counted in my head, and was almost to thirty before his arms crossed and his hands were on my hips as well, I smiled, I let my hands run up his sides as our bodies moved in time with the music. I brushed one hand across a very sculpted chest, and enjoyed the shivers that went up my dance partners spine at the light touch.

I gently knocked his hands of my hips and ran my hands down his chest and abs, just ghosting away from the belt line of his jeans. "You know, I've never seen you around before."

"I don't get out much," it was strange, but to me it sounded the my partner was trying to hold back a laugh, and his voice sounded so familiar. I turned him around and pulled us chest to chest, running my hands down his back slowly, before grabbing his ass to bring his lower body closer to mine before slipping my upper thigh between his legs, keeping the beat of the music. Finally, biting my lip, I looked up at his face for the first

Right into the dark brown, almost black, eyes of my section chief, Aaron Hotchner, who had a smirk on his face. I froze and made to pull away, but Hotch grabbed my hips and tilted his head to reach my ear which wasn't hard, since we were pretty much the same height. "Morgan, how stupid do you think I am? I knew it was you the moment you grabbed my hips and pulled me back into you." I brought my head back up. And we continued dancing with very little pause in between our movement.

"Why didn't you say somethin' Hotch?!" Hotch ran his hand from my hip to the back of my neck and brought my ear closer to his mouth.

"Maybe, I didn't want to." Pulling back Hotch put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me curiously, I put my forehead against his and the song changed to a slow one, so we started to sway with the music. I felt so stupid, I didn't know what to do, and Hotch's hand's weren't letting me exactly escape. I laughed bitterly at myself internally. Well you wanted a challenge dip shit, well now you got it. Lets see how long you can keep your job after this one.

"Derek, look at me." I met Hotch's eyes, and he brought a gentle hand to my cheek. I bit my lip again and met his eyes. "I'm here every Friday night we don't have a case, like tonight. I've seen you with girls, and I've seen you with guys and I've realized over the past few months that I want you." My breath caught in my throat and my hands moved up his back slowly.

"You can't be serious Hotch, it's just." I couldn't say that I had never wanted the older man, because I did. When we were at work, or on a case I couldn't get him off my mind. I'd wanted the man in front of me for months, years maybe.

I just never thought I would ever get him. "It's just what, Derek?" I wanted more than a night, more than just a weekend with him.

"I just never thought that you-"

"Swung both ways?" I chuckled and nodded, finally releasing my lower lip.

I pressed my body closer to Hotch's, making my intentions very clear. I moved my face closer to his ear, letting my lips graze over the spot just below it, noticing how he shivered. "Didn't know you wanted me, or I would have acted on my feelings months ago." I bit softly on Hotch's earlobe, pressing hard on his back, crushing him to my chest before running my hand's down his back with heavy strokes. "I want more than just one night, Aaron."

"You go home with a different person every Friday, and sometimes Saturday's too. What is the infamous Derek Morgan finally ready to settle down, because I don't handle bullshit Derek, Hotch said seriously, catching my chin and looking me in the eyes.

"I know you don't, Aaron."

"Then why me, what's so different about me, huh?" Aaron pressed his forehead against mine, putting more pressure there then before. We were still swaying slowly, just wrapped in each others arms even though the beat was fast. No one in the club had ever seen me this wrapped up in another person.

"Because I care about you, more than I have about anyone in a long time." I reached up to run my hand from Aaron's hairline, to his jaw with the tips of my fingers before I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. I forced my self to pull away, it was better than I had expected. Kissing Aaron was something I could definitely get used too. Aaron placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled me into a hug.

Pulling away I took his hand in mine and we started to make our way out of the club. As soon as we were outside, Aaron looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. Tugging my hand and pulling me close to his chest, he kissed me with a little more passion than before in the club.

"So, your place or mine?" I smiled and tugged him toward my car, walking backwards.

"Mine."