*Chapter One: Something More*

*Criminal Minds fan-fic. Slash. Morgan/Hotch pairing. Established relationship*

I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters therein, although I certainly wish that I did. I am not making any money off of this story either. It's just for a bit of fun.

This is my first attempt at writing a slash story on here, but I must admit, I'm really for a Morgan/Hotch pairing here lately, not so much Morgan/Reid. I only like Hotch/Reid pairings (especially ones by AhmoseInarus). I hope you enjoy.


They probably should've stuck with only adopting another dog. Something that belonged to both of them. Hotch loved Clooney, Morgan knew he did, but Clooney was his dog, not their dog. So they'd gone out and adopted another dog. A beautiful black Labrador name Gaby, who they'd immediately had fixed. It didn't seem too long after that they decided to move in together permanently, because, who wants to have to keep going back and forth to change clothes, dragging the dogs with them. So it seemed logical, hell it seemed economical, for them to move in together. So Morgan moved in with Hotch. Then it wasn't long before they were buying a house that was theirs. Not something that started off being Hotch's but something that was theirs from the beginning. So they'd bought a place together and even though Hailey's sister, Jessica, had balked at the idea of her nephew constantly being exposed to their "morally repugnant" and "sadistic" lifestyle (sadistic? What was it about two men who loved each other that seemed to make people so angry?), she'd had no choice but to give in, and she'd been happy when she realized how close to her they were actually living. Morgan's idea, not Hotch's.

Things settled into a nice routine in their nice, big, two-story home with the huge backyard. Just the two of them, Morgan's Clooney and their Gaby, their home, and Hotch's son Jack. Of course, that was where it all started. Because, Jack was Hotch's son, and even though he told everyone that Morgan was his Papa, or his "Daddy Number Two," Morgan was always very aware that he didn't have his own child or that he and Hotch would never be able to have their child. The thought distressed him…immensely…so much so, that when his old friend, "Vee-Vee", showed up at the door, pregnant and asking if she could stay with them until she had the baby and put it up for adoption, he wasn't thinking when he'd quickly told her yes and then brought up the subject of adoption to his lover of three years.

"You wanna do what?" Hotch asked in amazement. Morgan was not what one would call the domestic type….so why was he even thinking about this?

"I want us to adopt Vee's baby when it's born," Morgan said again, patiently, rolling his eyes as he sat on the bed watching his lover undress.

"You want to adopt your friend's baby….why?" Hotch asked.

"No I want US to adopt my friend's baby….because. Dammit! Just because Aaron! Do I have to give you a reason?" Morgan muttered in frustration.

Ignoring his outburst, Hotch sat down in front of his partner and took his hand gently in his. "Yes, you do. I need to know why this is such a big thing for you. Why do you want to adopt a baby when neither of us has the time to actually RAISE a child? Why this baby? And I think you need to tell me for yourself, baby, you seem really upset about this," he cajoled him.

Morgan gritted his teeth at the older man's negotiator, patronizing tone and scowled at him. "Don't fucking profile me Aaron!" he hissed, keeping his voice low, but allowing his agitation to shine through.

"I'm not, baby, I'm really not. I just want to know what's going on, because you kind of blindsided me with this. Are you-are you not happy in our relationship or something?" Hotch asked hesitantly.

Morgan's eyes widened in shock. "Wha-? NO! GOD Aaron!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands over his head, grimacing at the very short hair that he felt there. He'd decided to try something new and not shave his head, Hotch loved it…he hated it. "I'm not unhappy, I just…I really want us to have a baby, together. You know a real sign of commitment. Something else that's ours," he admitted.

"We have a child already Derek. We have Jack, remember? And he's just as much your son as he is mine-" Hotch began when Morgan cut him off.

"No Aaron. Jack is your son…with Hailey. He isn't our son. He's yours," Morgan whispered before averting his eyes from his lover's too perceptive gaze. "Forget it Aaron, let's just go to sleep. We've got work in the morning."

Years of marriage fraught with tension and arguments, Aaron Hotchner had finally learned when to push and when to back off and this was the time to back off. It wasn't just because the subject matter was something so confusing and panic-inducing, but also because it just seemed to upset his lover so much. Sighing he nodded and kissing Morgan gently on the lips, he stood and walked over to his side of the bed, pulling off his boxers before sliding in between the cool sheets. He waited for Morgan to pull off his ever-present silver watch, the one that had once belonged to his father, watched as he turned off the lights and then as he lay down, facing away from Hotch to go to sleep. What? They had slept cuddled in each other's arms every, single night since their relationship began three years ago. Even when they'd had an argument, they always made sure that they made up before they went to sleep and they still slept in each other's arms.

"Derek?" he questioned aloud. He heard the younger man shift slightly to let him know he was still awake and listening. "Are you going to let me hold you tonight or are you going to sleep all the way over there?" he asked and then smiled slightly when the younger man sighed heavily before rolling over into his arms, his head falling right into the crook of his shoulder and chest, as if it were make for it, his right arm sliding over Hotch's abdomen and his left hand coming up under his arm to wrap around the shoulder that he lay on.

Hotch breathed a sigh of relief. Now this was better, this was normal. This he was used to, had come to expect, had grown comfortable with. He hadn't thought it possible, not after Hailey and especially not with the way that he and Morgan had gotten together, in his office, after a very heated argument, which had led to them getting in each other's faces, which had led to Morgan kissing him, and, after a few seconds, him finally giving into his deepest, darkest secret and kissing him back. One kiss had let to two which had led to five which had led to clothes flying off, him dropping to his knees before Morgan and taking his cock deep into his mouth and giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had which had led to him laying Morgan down on top of his desk, spreading his legs widely and slowly easing his extremely hard dick into the other man's tight, hot ass. The feeling was indescribable, the sex was mind-blowing, and the orgasm that they both experienced simultaneously was earth-shattering. When the haze of desire had lifted, they'd laughed at the mess that they'd made in Hotch's office and had set about cleaning it…completely naked of course, both of them extremely happy that everyone else had left and gone home for the day and that they were both workaholics. As they'd cleaned, they'd talked…about damn near everything. What the sex meant to them, if they would tell people, did it make them gay, stuff like that and by the time the office was cleaned and they'd gotten dressed, they'd decided to pursue a serious, monogamous relationship with each other and keep it discreet in the office, Morgan had gone to Hotch's place that first night and they'd been sleeping together ever since.

Of course, them keeping things discreet in their office, was a fairytale and they both knew that, especially with Penelope Garcia taking one look at the two of them in the conference room and knowing instantly. It had only taken a few days and a few nights weighing the pros and cons before they were telling the team that they were dating. They hadn't expected the words of congratulations and the encouragement that they'd received and when they got it, they were relieved.

So the fact that Morgan hadn't wanted to sleep cuddled up with him was very telling and extremely disappointing. Hotch knew that it was up to him to figure out what was going on in his partner's head, but he also knew that Morgan would never willingly divulge information to him and so he'd have to enlist the help of Morgan's best friend and the all-knowing, all-seeing Oracle of their team: Penelope Garcia. He'd summon her the next morning but for now, he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take him.


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