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Chapter 11

Hotch and Morgan stood outside the interrogation room. Through the two-way mirror they watched the resident genius quiz Miles Davis over the disappearance of fourteen women last seen in his company. There was no doubt that he was the killer but an insufficient amount of physical evidence determined that the only way to get justice for his victims was to wrangle a confession out of him.

As the clock approached the 48-hour mark at which point they'd have to release him, tensions were high. He continually sidestepped all their questions with riddles and rhymes a smug smile on his face. They had taken turns coming at him from every angle, Rossi, Prentiss and JJ were questioning his family, neighbors and friends, texting any bit of information that may be relevant; thirty-nine hours in they were exhausted. So far they still had nothing.

"He's not talking to me."

Hotch tapped the glass replying sarcastically. "I can see that."

"Not this asshole. Reid."

"What did you do?"

"I looked out for him like I always do. Now he's pissed off and acting like I don't exist. A little gratitude would be nice"

"Are you going to run away again?" The trademark frown pinned him in place. "I can't manage this team a man down. I will have to fire you."

"I DID NOT RUN. You told me to handle it and I did."

"I told you to have a mature rational discussion about your relationship - preferably fully clothed. What I didn't foresee was you hightailing it out of here on some bullshit mission?"

"As long as its clear that I wasn't running from his skinny…" Petulantly Morgan turned back towards the room in time to see a heavy fist hit Reid in the face sending him flying off his seat.

They burst in the room. Morgan heading straight for Reid while Hotch incapacitated the perp.

Reid sat dazed on the floor wiping his sleeve under his bloody nose. "I think I made some progress." He slapped Morgan's hands away rejecting his offer to help and got up on his own.

"I got a tip from Emily." He whispered when Hotch stepped over. "His mother was married to a John Winger in 1998. They got divorced when his 16-year-old daughter Sarah from a previous marriage went missing. Miles was 18 at the time. I should keep going…"

"No" Hotch grabbed his arm pushing him out the door. "Let Morgan take a look at that." He waved in the direction of his face.

Morgan dragged Reid into his office closing the door behind them. Retrieving the wet wipes from the desk he turned to find those doe eyes fixed unwavering on him. He cleared his desk of a laptop and knickknacks before sitting Reid on it.

Ignoring the tingling that spread from his fingertips he gently cupped the pale face examining his nose. The bleeding was minimal and it wasn't broken. It would have been a shame to mess up that pretty face.

'Hold still." Morgan said as he held Reid's head back to slow the bleeding. "So…you're not going to talk to me again? That's your whole plan." The sullen glare Reid threw him was cute and he thumbed the tempting pouty lips. Having him quiet was a blessing in disguise especially now that they were alone.

Dropping the wet wipes Morgan took one skinny thigh in each hand and slowly, deliberately pulled them wide before stepping between them. Reid let out a quick gasp and his eyes dropped to slits that watched his every move. "I never said I didn't want you."

"You did. I can quote you."

"Really?"

Reid nodded emphatically, he was pretty sure he'd heard those exact words. It made no sense that Morgan would be backtracking right now and he hated the hope that it gave him.

"Go ahead."

A terse silence followed during which Reid fumbled for an answer. "You said that uh… you uh..."

"You weren't even listening were you? You know for someone so smart you get real stupid real fast."

Reid scowled at him and tried to climb off the table. It was so easy to pin him to the desk no wonder he flew across the room when the unsub hit him. Morgan ran his hands over the thin torso, ribs poking through. God, how much weight had he lost?

Reid held himself stiffly skinny ribcage rising and falling harshly under the warm palms. His resolve leaked away with every firm stroke and he swayed towards Morgan wanting more. Morgan eyed him as he traced over his waist, gripping his thighs. Each brush of his fingers elicited the same languorous feeling that preceded arousal. It was like marionette theatre as he played puppet to Morgan's puppet master.

Reid felt the loss when Morgan backed up disposing of the red tinged towels. "Listen to me a sec." His shoulders slumped with defeat, whatever Morgan was about to say wouldn't be good.

"Our fucked up arrangement started because you were tired of being alone. You wanted to be happy. I want you to be happy. You met someone who if Garcia is to be believed is perfect for you. I will not let you fuck it up. If that makes me the bad guy then so be it."

"Its too late." Reid lied without compunction. "We broke up. He's already gone."

"What happened? Oh fuck! He didn't see us, did he?"

"No. It wasn't your fault. It turns out you were right he didn't really know me."

"I'm sorry kid…" Morgan started.

"I'm not a kid. Stop…calling me that and treating me like one. I don't want to be cosseted and protected…"

Hotch barged in ignoring both their irritated stares. "Miles Davis is secure but he's clammed up again. Morgan, go back in there. Don't let up on the missing person report that got filed thirteen years ago. It's the key to breaking him. Reid, can you keep working?"

Reid nodded reluctantly sliding to his feet. "I'll talk to Garcia find out anything we can about the missing stepsister."

Hurrying back to the interrogation room, Reid carried a slim file containing information that linked all the vital pieces of evidence. He slipped into the dark room handing over the file to Hotch. "It's all there."

"Good. Give it to Morgan."

Reid went in, handed Morgan the file with a meaningful look and rushed back out to watch the action unfold.

"Hey, quick hypothetical question." Reid asked. "Do you think mutual respect and physical compatibility are enough to build a strong relationship? I mean there are arranged marriages that have lasted which were built on a lot less."

"God! Talk to him." The terse reply was shot back. Hotch turned seeing right through him. "Be open and honest. And you should examine this need you have to force his hand. There's a big difference between arranged marriages and forced marriages."

Reid dropped the pretense. "I would never force him into anything. Maybe just subtly manipulate him into giving us a chance."

"Millions of women have probably tried that that same tact with no success."

"Even factoring in his current age and the approximate age he began interacting socially and sexually there's no way he has been involved with a million women."

"Don't do that. You know what I mean."

Yelling drew their attention back to work. They watched the unsub unravel when he was confronted with the knowledge that the stepsister he'd been honoring by ritually killing every year on her birthday was still alive. His face was red with rage; absolutely livid to discover she'd lived just two towns over while he scoured the country brutally slaughtering red headed women of her approximate age. Morgan postured, cornering Miles Davis and ripping the confession out of him.

"It would probably be a lot easier if I was genetically equipped to get pregnant." Reid mused out loud. "He'd never turn his back on his own child."

"Reid, I don't want to alarm you unduly but I think you've lost your mind."

"You don't think I know that." Reid turned elbows braced on the mirror. "I frequently wonder at what point I could have gotten off this crazy train. Before I made my request? Before I thought it?" He turned back round again physically incapable of keeping his eyes off Morgan for long. "Then I realize I assembled the train, built it tracks, dragged him onboard and now I'm speeding it off a cliff unwilling to let him leave."

"What happens if he doesn't come around?"

"He has to. Either way I won't be able to make a life with someone else until I know for sure." He said simply. "It's a good thing I'm not burdened with a lot of pride."

xxXxx

Reid raised his hand rapping sharply on the dark wood. He'd had enough time to think while he washed the last couple of days off of him and he'd left his home with resolve and a vaguely formed plan.

"I will take friends with benefits!" He choked out when Morgan opened his door shirtless, skintight jeans caressing his muscled limbs. "You said and I quote, 'It's one thing to fuck like minks simply because we can, that's how friends with benefits is supposed to work'."

"That was not an invitation."

"I am ready and willing to fuck like a mink whatever that means." He whispered as his gaze danced down Morgan's bare chest. "I will not ask you for anything else. Just…um…just sex."

Reid's stomach began to flutter with anticipation when a strong hand grabbed his belt, yanked him inside and slammed him against a wall.

"My rules?"

"Yes" He conceded even though they both knew he'd surrender to Morgan's will without question. Their eyes met for a brief heated moment before the back of his neck was grabbed dragging him forward, lips clashing in frantic desperation. Every hot wet kiss fueled his obsession, one long leg wrapped around Morgan's hip as he humped his swollen crotch on him.

"I am not going to go easy on you." Morgan growled tonguing his throat.

Reid moaned clinging to him like a limpet; heat seeped from the hot body into his warming him on the inside out. It felt so right and he ground back harder working his hips. A desperate wail escaped when his hair was pulled back impatiently. He knew what Morgan wanted was consent and he rushed to obey. "Yesyesyes."

He gave a stifled cry when Morgan unzipped his pants and began to roughly jerk him off. It was too soon but every firm tug of calloused fingers sent him trembling with the need to come. Orgasm rose inexorably spilling over every attempt to slow his pleasure down until he shot, creamy fluid splattering his lover's abs.

Morgan smirked when Reid collapsed boneless against him. This was how he preferred him, pliable, helpless, not making demands. Reid was still half hard obviously ready to go again. Good.

Shaggy brown hair flopped onto his forehead when Morgan tossed him onto the bed after stripping him naked. Taking a moment he studied him long limbs, smooth porcelain skin and contemplated breaking out the toys from his closet Reid would look so hot; cuffed, collared and chained to his headboard. But he was too impatient and if he freaked Reid out too much he might not come back for seconds. As it was the huge wary brown eyes already chased him around the room, a healthy dose of fear shining through when Morgan took off his jeans exposing his mammoth cock.

He lay over him braced on his elbows drawn to the fading bite-mark on the pale neck. Reid bucked up when he traced the indentations with his tongue. "You want it?"

Reid turned his head exposing his long bare neck for further assault. He whimpered and struggled, firm teeth sinking into him, marking him again. He hardened painfully, engorged manhood leaking on his belly. Morgan's tongue on his skin was a white-hot flame that spread to his nipples, dipping and nipping at his belly button, and flicking at his dripping slit.

"Knees." Morgan slapped at the pale thigh when Reid stared back at him incomprehensively. "Now" He snapped impatient at having to help the young genius to all fours. He could have explained that it would be easier on him, hurt a little less but he had to get in that ass.

At the sight of velvet smooth butt cheeks, which shielded the impossibly tight pink hole, precum spilled out of his dark head trailing down the rock hard shaft. Anticipation rippled down his spine and he reached over getting the half full jar of lube out of his bedside drawer. One finger coated with lube smeared the soft warm trench till it was slippery before he circled the portal, which puckered shying away.

"Easy" Morgan gentled him caressing the now flushed rump. "That's my angel." He praised when Reid settled.

Reid moaned high and needy when a fingertip pushed into the tight ring. The sounds he made were so fucking sexy.

The act of preparing him took the better part of an hour as he worked up from one digit to four. It was worth it to hear Reid whine like a little bitch with every brush over his prostate. When he couldn't hold out any longer he worked the long length of his dick, stroked the oil over the engorged tip, and placed it at the quivering hole, hunching forward. The head of his throbbing dick popped through as the opening gave way to steady pressure and he was buried balls deep. His head reeled at the sensation; he was so tight and hot.

Morgan spread him wider; a firm hand pressed the middle of his back holding him in place for the raw fucking.

Reid's mind was blank empty of all thought but the searing pleasure and numbing pain seesawing through him. Pleasure won out over pain his dick gripped in a powerful hand and he was taken at both ends. After that Reid's screaming became incoherent as his formerly virgin hole clutched at Morgan's gushing cock, out of control spasms rocketing through him as he spilled his load for the second time.

Morgan rolled off of the skinny man. His whole body still buzzed. Reid had slipped into a post orgasmic coma. He thought of kicking him out before their new arrangement got too complicated but he was too tired. Easier to just snuggle next to him and pull the covers over them.

AN: This chapter is a lot longer than usual and wow was it hard to write. I think I just stripped myself of any 'smut virginity' I may have had left. I need a cigarette.