Title: It's almost Criminal

Chapter 1

Fandom: McFassy, FassAvoy, McBender and Criminal Minds
Pairing: James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender
Warning: May contain violent images, sexual intercourse (man X man)
Rating: R

Author: RickyH

Disclaimer: I do not own these people in any way possible! ,-_-,

AN: So I'm new to this Net and have been itching to write a Fic of my own and naturally I want to write about Michael Fassbender/ Erik and James McAvoy/ Charles. So after itching for days for some kind of storyline I finely got one after watching Criminal Minds. Yes you guessed right this will be a Fic slightly based on Criminal Minds onley with James as the intelligent and Nerdy but yet so very fuck-able BAU agent and Michael as the all so charming, more experienced and irresistibly sexy Detective from New York.

James's co-workers/teammates will be as:

T.J Thyne (better known as Dr Jack Hodgins in Bones)

Sung Kang (better known as Han in Fast and the Furious)

Summary: James along with his BAU Team is sent to New York to solve the crimes of a serial killer lose in the upper-class quirt- yard near the gay clubs/pubes, were he meets Detective Michael Fassbender and finds himself seduced by the man in more ways than one.

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Chapter 1

It has been about an hour since the plane had landed in Manhattan New York and James McAvoy found himself onley with half his teammates dipping under the yellow police tape that was spun around the crime Scene.

In the centre of the quirt- yard he saw a man leaning other a bloody body. The man had his head down between his shoulders as he cupped a hand other the top of a cope of Joe's Café coffee.

He was dressed in a jean with a striped black and grey battened shirt and black boots. He had ginger red hair which was cropped short and was scruffy around his face with the same shade of ginger.

Just as James and his two co-team members stepped closer the man raised his head and found his feet as soon as he saw the new comer's.

James smiled friendly at the man and extended a hand, "Hi, Special Agent James McAvoy BAU. We talked on the phone."

The taller man in front of him took hold of his extended hand and shacked it with an iron gripe. "Detective Michael Fassbender…" he said in a raver thick Irish accent, with a surprise eyebrow razed and the smile that had James forgetting to let the man's hand go.

"Err," James finely said as he let Michael's hand go, when T.J. came to stand next to him, "this is Special Agent's T.J. Thyne and Sung Kung." He said gesturing at the Ashen man still making his way over.

Michael simply nodded at the young Agent's and turned his attention back to James.

James locked eyes with the Detective and found himself feeling flustered at the way Michael was looking at him with grey-ish-green eyes, like he was undressing him and at the smile on Michaels face, James was shore that he liked what he saw.

T.J. and Sung looked at them and then at one another, Sung clearing his voice, "So, Detective, what is the latest?" he asked as he looked at the bloody body spread awkwardly on the quirt-yard floor.

"Err," Detective Fassbender said as he finely broke the stare between him and James, his eyes trailing back to his latest found victim. "Jonathan Clapp, he was found here this morning by a College Student taking a shortcut to work, He had no ID on him but turns out he has a few friends who lost track of him late last night. Like 3 other victims before him, he has five stub wound's to the heart, his tongue has been cut out," Michael pointed at the peace of tongue found next to the victims head, "His mouth is sawed shut and his genitals have been removed." Michael said with a faint heart and took a sip of his coffee.

"Our killer surely has a point to prove." James said as he leaned closer to the victim with his hands slipping into rubber gloves.

"A very provoked one at that." T.J said as his blue eyes searched the surrounding ground for any other clues.

"And clearly his not worried about time." Sang said.

"Does he leave any other signatures or take trophies?" James asked as he got down on his ankles to observe the ink stamps all over the victim's forehand.

From what we can tell he takes his victims ID's but nothing ells, no money or any other valuables." Michael said as he watched James closely.

James raised his head, rubbing back a lock of hair out of toughs deep-pool blue eyes, "How can you tell about the ID's, I mean who said that they there even carrying ID's?"

Michael arched a brow, "Didn't you read the case files?"

"Sorry, but no, as you can see I'm riding without half my team, we were on our way to join our other team members when Gideon sent us here, He said that you really could do with some help as fast as you can so we came over blind."

Michael looked a way, clearly a bit annoyed. "I know this because the 3de victim's ID was found on him, and the 2de victims ID on the 3de and so on and so forth.

"I see," James said, "and the club stumps, I take it you checked it out?"

"Yes, It's all Gay bars, pubes and clubs."

"All of them?" T.J. asked a bit surprised at the number of stamps found on the body.

But Michael paid his question no attention.

"What about the other victims," Sang asked as he too was now investigating the stamps, "were they known to socialise in these locations as well?"

"If they were," Michael said with a sigh, "there's no proof of it."

James found his feet with a sigh of his own, "Okay we need to have another look at the first victims…"

The day had come to an end and Michael had suggested that he and James grab some dinner at the Dinner on the corner before James heads back to the Hotel for the night, giving them more time to discoes the case.

"So," Michael said as his long slender fingers took hold of the green rubber band engraved with a Scottish family crest and the surname McAvoy, which mad James look down at the touch as soon as he felt the warmth against his wrist, "You're Scottish?"

James felt a warm tingle travel down the long length of his spine and he fought back a shiver as he tried to tell himself that it was onley his imagination that Michael was flirting with him…

"Err, Yes. My sister gave it to me last Christmas." He said with the steadiest voice he could, with a thick Scottish accent.

"And what made you come to America?" Michael asked as his fingers were still fiddling with the rubber band, his grey-ish-green eyes locked on James in a very heated way.

"Or was he?" James thought as he drew away his hand from the warm touch onley to start fiddling with the case-pages in front of him. In the corner of his eye he saw Michael smile even wider, as if the man knew exactly what he was doing to James. Like he knew that the blood was racing in his ears. That he was starting to become self-aware of toughs eyes on him and that his heart was pounding against his ribs.

"Err, a scholarship…" James said to fast, "So uhm I see here," he pointed at the page, "that you've been working on this case for over two years now." He said hoping to get Michael's attention back to the case. "Why haven't you asked for help sooner?"

"I did, I had a fellow Detective with a similar case in New Orleans helping me, but he had to go to DC as his wife was giving birth and now it seems the little one has some heart problems."

"Sorry to hear that." James said his eyes still on the papers pretending to read, but in reality he was so distracted by Michael's continuing stare that he found it hard to bereave. "The answers we're looking for has to do with these bars, I know it-"

"Why aren't you Married?" Michael asked cutting him off.

"What?" James asked alarmed and his eyes wide as he looked up.

"I'm not Married because I'm gay," Michael said proudly, "What's your excuse?"

"You're gay?" James asked a bit too surprised and at the look of Michael, something in James's face must have offended the man. And James immediately regretted his actions, but before he had the chance to explain himself his cell phone buzzed on the counter next to his plate which was half empty.

"Excuse me…" he said flushed as he picked his phone up and stepped away.

When James told the person on the other end of the line to hold on a second as he turned back to the bar he saw Michael swallow a big gulp of his bear and then returned his gaze down to his plate, shifting it away a bit too harshly.

James swallowed as he muted his call and come over. "I'm sorry it's my sister, her apartment just flooded and she's really upset I have to go, she's probably going to keep me on line the whole night." He said as he placed a few dollars down on the counter and picked up the case files. "I'm sorry If I have offended you, I ashore you that it wasn't my intentions. Good night Michael."

Michael simply nodded with a small smile and watched the smaller man leave the Dinner.

After two hours of listening to his hysterical sister about here wrecked apartment back in DC and offering to let her stay at his place till her apartment was fixed he disappeared into the hotel bathroom and took a long hot shower. His thoughts dwelled other the day's activates and the look on Michael's face when he commented on the gay thing.

He cursed himself out loud as he slammed his hand to the shower wall. It wasn't as mush the fact that Michael was gay that had surprised him so, it was more the faced that Michael was so charming and clearly every woman in the Dinner and even on the way to the Dinner waned the man, he was a chick-magnet and apparently a man-magnet as well.

James always knew that he was difrent, but admitting that to himself was heard enough let alone the people close to him. As a teen he had to deal with a runaway mother, a drunken Father, a younger sister who needed help with homework and a bunch of bills that needed to be paid. So dating was out of the question not to mention dating boys and then he got the scholarship after his Father blew out his own brains leaving James to raise Joy on his own. With the Immigrant to America, giving Joy the most stable home he could and his study's he found himself not making much time for a social life, let alone a date.

Even though he did date a few girls other the years, not one of them managed to get past the 3de date and that was when James realised no woman would ever manage to get past the 3de date. He had his eyes on one or two men after that but never had the guts to make a move. And here he was blowing off the first man who finely saw past his acet.

James was brought back to reality when a hard almost brutal knock was heard on his Hotel room door. "Coming!" he called as he closed the running water and stepped out into a towel, rapping it around his wet hips and running back into his room to get the door.

Rubbing back his dripping wet hair with one hand he opened the door, his blue eyes stretched wide in shock as he found Michael in front of him his had raised as if he was about to knock again. The taller man was now trailing his eyes other the wet body of the smaller man in front of him, making no effort to hide the genuine satisfaction on his face.

"Michael, what are you doing here?"

"You know James," Michael said harshly with wide eyes, which seamed hungry to James, as he pushed his way into the room and shoving the door shut behind him, which had James backing toured the bed, "What does offend me, is that even after I told you that I'm gay, you still pretend not to like me." Michael said as he stepped closer to James, no hesitation in his movements. He raised a hand and cupped it almost forcefully around James's wet hair and found the smaller man's mouth with his own.

James found himself paralyzed in shock and as if he was back in the bar he felt his heart pound against his ribs, his blood was streaming into his ears but despite his 12 year old reaction he found himself raping his arms around Michael's neck as he slowly returned the kiss and leaning in closer wanting more of the man's mouth which tasted of beer and cigarettes but most of all he tasted foreign, so foreign that James never wanted to go back to familiar territory.

He felt Michael grin against his lips as he rapped his hands around James's wet skin, trailing his long fingers down the muscular length of his body as he then slowly slit his fingertips into the top of the towel which made James shiver as he pulled away, gripping at Michael's hands. "Michael, wait…" he managed to get out as he was panting, his entire body screaming at him not to stop, screaming for more of the 'foreigner's' mouth.

"Honestly James," Michael said as he ripped his shirt out of his jeans his fingers unbuttoning it hastily and ripped it off his brooding shoulders, "You really want to stop? For ones in your life, live a little." He said as if he has known James for years. He pushed James back on to the bed and ripped the towel from his still wet hips before James came in contact with the bed.

James gasped in shock and quickly covered his crotch with his hands. He could feel the blood run up into his cheeks as he fell into the softness of the bed, his bear skin warming the duvet at ones.

"It's just I've never done this before, I'm afraid that I might suffer in comparison." He said shyly as he looked up in the attempt to find Michael's eyes, but instead he found himself staring at the man's naked chest.

James knew from the way Michaels shirt curved his body that he was in good shape, but damn, the man was sculpted like a Greek god! He was almost frightened to look at with his tough huge shoulders, massive upper arms sculpting into a broad chest, running down into a six-pack down into his v-shaped hips.

"James," Michael said with a laugh as he unbuckled his belt, letting the two ends fall free as his hands travelled down with his zipper and finely pushing off his jeans. "I don't think you could be bad in bed even if you tried."

"Michael-"

"James, just shut up already, I'll take good care of you." Michael said with the biggest grin James has ever seen and he found himself slightly shocked to think that one mouth can contain so many teeth.

Not waiting for James to reply Michael came over gesturing for James to move up on to the bed and as soon as the smaller man did as he was told Michael came to lean over him and found his mouth with the same hunger and passion as a few minutes ago.

No longer seeing any point in arguing with the more experienced man, James gave into him, a moan spilling into Michael's mouth as James stroked his hands up Michaels back.

With another shark-like grin Michael pooled away onley to spread open James's thighs so that he could make himself at home there. He smiled with a light pinkish glow to his cheeks when he saw James looking down at his already half-hard crotch and then leaned down to find the redish swollen lips of the man under him.

This time James met him half way finding Michaels mouth without any hesitation, slipping his tongue into Michael's mouth and welcoming the now not so foreign taste of beer and cigarettes, with a moan.

Just as James got into the flow of things Michael broke the kiss only to lower his head into the curve of James neck, trailing his lips and tongue warmly over his moist skin, exploring every line and dip as his hands stroked down the length of James's trembling body, his heart was racing as his body welcomed the touch.

Without any warning Michael took hold of James, hard, which made James gasp in surprise but despite the almost rude touch James arched towards the hand now exploring his length with a softer stroke. Michael came up with a smile as he slipped a finger across the tip of James's hard crotch, which made James open his mouth in a silent 'O' as he pushed his head back into the pillow with his eyes shut tight.

Smiling even brighter Michael moved down south and took the tip of James into his mouth, slipping his tongue around the curve, making James arch his back in pleasure and allowing himself to moan in expression.

The sound coming from the young man's mouth made Michael laugh as he now took the full length of James into his mouth, which is were James lost control and as Michael swallowed down, James came flying up with a deep moan coming from the very core of the man, only to drop back onto the bed as he started begging for Michael to take him.

It was all happening there fast now, but James found himself not caring, giving in to the pleasure.

Unable to hold back his own excitement Michael sat up straight, taking James's came at the corners of his mouth to moist James's entrance. "Just relax." He said as he watched at James tens as he knew what was coming next. As soon as James nodded in promotion Michael slipped in a singel slender finger to ready his partner. He watched as James body tense in response, in pleasure, his hands griping at the covers under him with so much strength his knuckles turned white and despite himself he pushed down on the finger, taking more of Michael into him.

After a few more slides Michael slipped in a second finger and soon after that a third, now working in a good rhythm as James groaned and moaned in pleasure, pulling face's Michael found extremely cute on the slightly younger man.

After a last few slides Michael finely retreated his fingers, taking hold of his own shaft and with no more hesitation to hold him back he thrust into James with a hard grown of his own as he slipped in deeper, his eyes falling shut as he came to lean over James.

As James welcomed the painful and yet so pleasurable feeling of pure bliss, he took hold of Michael's back, nails digging into his warm flesh as he tried to bring the man even closer. His moaning breath was purring at Michael's ear as the man on top started building up an extraordinary rhythm as he clearly was coming closer to his climax with each thrust.

The feeling of Michael inside of him made everything feeling too hot, so hot that James was nearly gasping for air.

As Michael kept his rhythm and building up more with every movement, with his shaft pressing against just the right spot with each thrust, James was chewing on his lower lip as he felt himself reaching his own point of break once again. His orgasm spilled out onto Michael's lower stomach, with not much warning and with the same amount of surprise Michael arched backwards, his teeth clenched in such a manner that his jaw made popping sounds under the muffled moan coming from deep in his throat as he too released himself deep within James, the warmth finding its way were it could not have gone before...

AN: Will James and Michael find themselves in an awkward situation the next morning? Will they find the killer lose in the court yard?

If you found yourself wanting more, let me know and I'll thank you with a second chapter.

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