Disclaimer - I don't own Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid, or Derek Morgan. Unfortunately.

A/N- this is just something I did real quick to take my mind off of my current story for a moment. I hope you like it. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

It was my little secret. My getaway from the weight of my intelligence. Everyone in my life expected me to be naïve, which I'll admit I was. They expected sweet, innocent, Dr. Reid. It was a relief to have something that was mine. Something no one else knew about. It wasn't anything anyone would have ever expected from me. In fact, if they had known, they would have probably made fun of me. The music was loud, the way I like it. Strobe lights flashed. Black lights covered the walls. Bodies moved, sweating and unaware, all around me. I moved. My body shook, girated, moved with the beat of the bass. My hair was sticking to my head, sweat dripping off my nose. I could feel someone's body press against my back. In a normal setting this would have made me uncomfortable. I would have felt awkward. Here, though, this was normal. I could feel a woman's chest pressed to me. There was a man in front of me, moving closer, his legs wrapping between mine, dancing to the music.

It was a rave. My secret weekend life. Dancing in a group where I was completely anonymous. There was no need to worry about who was who or what was what. It didn't matter. Everyone just had a good time. Some people took ecstasy. Other people smoked marijuana. I drank. An alcohol cloud always helped loosen me up. Another one of my secrets, one no one who knew so much as my name would ever know, I was bisexual. I could appreciate the female body, enjoyed the woman's treat. But I liked men too. Something about a strong, muscle bound man, arms wrapped around me, just made me feel safe. It was probably because of my father-issues. I didn't care. I lived the way I enjoyed my life.

I never could have imagined telling any of my teammates about my secret world. There was something about it being my own personal secret that made me enjoy it that much more. They would never understand it. I knew that. I felt lips brush my ear, nibbling slightly. I arched my neck in response. I dipped my body down the man's, grinding on him. His hands slid down my sharp angles. I closed my eyes, feeling the beat of the music thumping in my chest. I pulled myself out of the crowd, become over heated, and made my way outside. The freezing night air felt amazing against my skin. Crowds of bodies swarmed the building, flooding in and out. People were flashing "x's" marked on their hands to prove they had paid. I leaned against the wall of the building, taking breaths of cold into my lungs. It was sharp, but not painful.

The man that I had been dancing with approached me. In the moonlight I could better see what he looked like. He wasn't bad looking, but he wasn't gorgeous. He did have the one thing that always drew me in, he was toned. I blamed that on one man. But that was a different story.

"You've got nice moves, how about you and me sneak away?" I considered it for a minute before deciding I could do better.

"No, I'm okay, just here to have a little fun." He moved closer to me, pressing me hard against the wall.

"I'm here to have a lot of fun, you know you want to." I pressed my palms to his chest, pushing back.

"I said no." I tried to push past him, but he was decidedly stronger than me. He held me pinned to the wall.

"I don't like to be told no." He started kissing down my neck, biting here and there. I lifted my leg, kneeing him in the groin, and went back inside. Sometimes people just didn't get it. I let myself melt into the crowd, moving with the beat once more.

A little while later, the creep from before found me on the dance floor. He grabbed me tight from behind. He held me so close, I could feel his erection on my backside. My heart started racing, panic setting in.

"I told you, I don't like to be told no." He held me with one hand, and pulled my pants down slightly with the other, just enough to give him access. There was too much noise for me to scream. There were too many people, too close together for anyone to realize I needed help. I tried to struggle, but couldn't, as he penetrated me, causing me to scream out. Tears flooded my eyes. What was once my sanctuary was now becoming hell. Suddenly, I felt myself fall forward as my attacker hit the ground. Next I felt two large hands lifting me off of the ground. When I turned around to see who my savior was, my heart stopped beating. The tall, dark skinned, god standing in front of me of was none other than my partner at the B.A.U., Derek Morgan.

"Reid?" He asked, a look of shock and horror across his face. I moved quick to fix my pants.

"M-Morgan, I - I uh..."

"Come with me now." We went outside and sat on the hood of my car.

"Thanks, for that." I couldn't look him in the eye. Not only had he just witnessed me getting violated in a horrible way, but I didn't want him to notice the glitter that covered my skin.

"Okay, I have a list of questions about ten feet long."

"What's the first one?" I was fiddling with the cuff of my pants.

"Are you okay?" I nodded, still not looking up.

"I'm alright, thanks to you. How is it even when we aren't at work you find a way to save me."

"I'm the one asking the questions."

"Right, go ahead."

"What are you doing here?" I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.

"Uh...dancing...?"

"I thought you hated stuff like this. Getting you into a club is like pulling teeth."

"This is different. What are you doing here? It doesn't really seem like something you'd do either."

"A friend drug me along. You're right, it's not my thing." I laughed. We were both pretty out of place. Two F.B.I. agents, in the middle of the night, at a rave.

"Look, this is kind of my...release. It's how I get the haunting images out of my head. Can I go back in and we talk about this another time?" This time he laughed.

"Only if you stick close to me. I don't know where that guy went." I leaned against his arm.

"It's a deal." He ruffled his fingers through my tangled hair before jumping up and escorting me back into the music. It was hard for me to let loose dancing, knowing that Morgan was watching me. I moved stiffly, unable to be carefree. I felt him pressed hard to my back.

"I saw you earlier, why aren't you dancing like that?" I turned my neck to face him. The glitter was sparkling in the lights. I was suddenly very aware of the rippling muscles that made up his body. I have to confess, he was the reason for my fetish with strong men. For years I had followed him with my eyes, ever silent. His body mystified me, taking my focus from everything around me. Of course, I never would speak on it.

"Because before I wasn't being watched." He flashed his trademark 'Morgan smile'.

"Pretend I'm not here."

"I can't, you are here." One of the downfalls of being a genius, I wasn't so great with the 'pretending' game. It was hard enough to pretend like I didn't have feelings for the very man pressed to my back.

"If I dance with you will it help?" He started shaking his hips, grinding against my back. I had to bite my lip to suppress a groan.

"M-maybe." I stuttered. He took my hands in his, forcing me to move with him. I rolled my head back, closing my eyes, and allowing the music to take me away. He spun me around, so that we were facing each other. One leg moved in between mine. I grinded against it, trying to forget that it was Morgan's leg, because when I did I could feel that need growing inside of me that I knew would never be filled. One of his hands slid into my hair, grasping the long locks and pulling gently. I let my head tug back, enjoying the sensation. His lips were next to my ear, I could feel his breath, blowing wisps of air into it, sending shivers down my spine. His free hand moved around my waist, holding me tight to him. He pressed his leg against my groin. I wished immediately that it hadn't happened. I tried to roll my hips backwards, but I was too late. My body was betraying me. I could tell by the sudden change of expression on Morgan's face that he had felt the thing I had been trying so hard to hide.

"Is that because of me?" There was a smile in his voice as he whispered those words into my ear. I didn't know what to say or do. My face burned, fire spreading to show my embarrassment.

"N-no, I just...uh..."

"You know you can't lie to a profiler." I buried my face in his chest. "It's okay, Reid. I'm glad I can do that to you." My head snapped up. Had he just admitted to liking me? Or was I reading too far into it.

"Yeah..." His tongue flicked out over my ear. My whole body shook.

"You want me?" His voice was slightly sadistic.

"Y-yeah..." I couldn't believe I was saying it. I couldn't believe I was here in this moment with him.

"Now?" My eyes widened.

"N-now?"

"You heard me."

"B-but..." He didn't give me the chance to protest. In a flash he had undone his pants and moved to mine. He pulled me up, lifting my feet from the ground. In a quick, fluid moment, he shoved deep inside of me, causing me to cry out. "Morgan!" I shifted myself up his body, holding tight around his neck. Using his hands, he moved my hips up and down. I sped up our rhythm, rolling my hips, pulling him in and out of me, ramming into my sweet spot repeatedly. I clawed at his back as my eyes rolled back in my head. I was on another planet, unable to process what was happening. "Morgan...I'm gonna cum..." I groaned, arching my back.

"Wait..." He wanted us to climax together. I tried my best to hold it in, not sure how long I would last. He went faster, hammering into me harder.

"I - I can't..." but just as I said it, he exploded with me. I clung tightly to him as I my vision blurred and my world spun around. Morgan was panting heavily, and so was I.

"Not bad, kid." He whispered into my ear.

"Morgan..."

"Shhh. Don't ruin it. This is the least you've talked in the whole time I've known you." We both laughed. I was in heaven, and I agreed, I didn't want to ruin it with words. I leaned up and wrapped him in a heated kiss. I knew that the next day we would probably act like nothing ever happened, but at that moment in time, all that mattered was him inside of me.

"By the way, the glitter suits you, pretty boy."