Donald woke for the third time in Reddington's house. Wasn't Red supposed to move around every once in a while? Oh well, it didn't really matter. Donald got up and went to the bathroom. He undressed and stepped into the shower. He let the hot water beat down on his back for a minute before he grabbed the shapoo. No sooner than when he got a good lather in his hair, the door opened.

Donald stared wide eyed at Reddington who was glaring at him. He crossed his arms over his chest. Donald had never seen him dressed like this. He was in a pair of beige shorts and a plain white shirt.

"Get out. I need the shower." Red stated and Donald's look of shock turned into a glare.

"No, I just got shampoo in my hair." Donald replied and really hoped that Red couldn't see too well past the thin shower curtain. "I'll be done in ten minutes. You can wait that long."

"No, I have to be ready to leave in fifteen minutes. You'll have to get out and finish later."

"I have to be at work in fifteen minutes. And where do you have to go?" Donald questioned in an irritated tone. He washed part of the shampoo out before he looked back at Reddington. His eyes widened when he saw what Red was doing. The white shirt had been cast off and to the side. Then, Donald saw him reaching for the waist band of his shorts.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ressler exclaimed and adverted his eyes.

"It's obvious that neither of us are going to leave. We might as well use our time wisly." Red stated before stripping down to nothing. "Now, move over."

"FUCK NO!" Donald yelped as Red moved closer to the shower. "Can't you go one day without acting like we're a couple of gay guys?" He asked and Red gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm the one acting gay? You're the one who gave me a hickey." Red stepped in and Donald turned away from him. He had no desire to see the older man naked. Donald's face was a bright red while Raymond seemed completely at ease. "Oh, don't be such a wuss. It's not like we're doing anything."

"Just keep quiet and stay to your side!" Ressler replied. Raymond rolled his eyes and went about his business. Raymond swore as Donald heard a thunk. He looked down and saw that a bar of soap had slid in front of his feet.

"Donald, can y-."

"I'M LEAVING!" Ressler yelped. He got out quickly, wrapped a towel around his waist, and grabbed his clothes. He went to the door and looked back. He pointed to Raymond who was holding back a smirk. "Fuck you."

Raymond chuckled as Donald left the room. When would Donald learn that he'd do what ever was nesicary to get what he wanted? He bent down and picked up the soap. He stood back up and rubbed his neck where he had noticed the small bruise earlier. What would he have done if Donald had bent over? His cheeks reddened, and he shook his head to keep the thought from going any farther.

Author's note_

Just as a note, if you don't know where the hickey came from, it was in the last chapter when Ressler kissed Red on the neck. I didn't know if I made that obvious or not.