Big apologies, this chapter is shorter than usual but I've been so busy and uninspired it's all I could manage. :(

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Morgan woke up early. At some point during the night he had rolled over to face the wall, and Reid had snuggled up against his back, his steady breaths tickling the nape of his neck. He turned over carefully, sort of wanting to confirm to himself that Reid was genuinely there. Reid stirred despite Mogan's efforts, smiled at him and then went back to sleep. Morgan was too awake to go back to sleep now, so he grabbed his underwear, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

After he'd washed and dressed in clean clothes he went into the living room. He leant in the doorway for a moment, wanting to memorise every detail of how Reid looked right then. He was loosely wearing a purple fluffy bathrobe which made him look both cuddly and sexy simultaneously. He was leaning forward in a contemplative pose, his right index finger curled against his lips. His tell-tale lips still slightly swollen from last night's feverish kissing.

"Hey." He said softly. Reid turned round and smiled at him, a little embarrassed.

"You want some tea?" Morgan asked finally, unsure what else to say.

Reid looked away and nodded. "Thanks."

The kettle seemed to take a million years to boil. Morgan leaned against the counter, then walked across the kitchen and leaned on the opposite counter several times without realising what he was doing, slowly going insane as he watched the clock. He was dying to know what the other man was thinking about.

Was he okay about what they'd done? Had he liked it? Would he want to do it again? Would he want to be…like boyfriends? Morgan hadn't had a boyfriend before. Not one he was serious about anyway. He'd like that with Reid though, more than anything. But he was getting ahead of himself now.

He poured the water and stirred in a ton of sugar.

He walked into the living room and handed Reid his tea.

"Thanks." Reid said again. Morgan sat down next to him.

"Are you alright?" Morgan asked, carefully.

Reid nodded, a little too quickly. "Yep. Fine. You?"

Morgan raised his eyebrows.

"You know, you're allowed to say if you're a little freaked out."

Reid frowned. "No!" He protested. "I'm not…'freaked out'…I'm just…ah…just a little bit…"

"Freaked out?" Morgan suggested with a smile.

Reid slumped back on the sofa. "Maybe." He admitted tiredly, closing his eyes. "I'm trying not to be…I don't understand. I mean…while we were…while it was…happening, oh God I can't even say it, I'm such a freak." He hunched forwards, grimaced and put his head in his hands.

"Hey that's okay." Morgan shifted closer to him and bumped their shoulders together gently. "It's kind of cute that you still can't talk about it in front of me." He grinned.

Reid grimaced and forced himself to say it.

"While we were actually having sex it didn't feel at all weird or scary, but then I woke up this morning and it was like for the first time I really remembered who you were, and it was just like…God, did I just have sex with Morgan!?"

Morgan chuckled. "Oh thank you very much." He said, mock-offended.

Reid finished his tea and put the mug down.

"No it's like…five minutes ago you were my perfect, unattainable co-worker who saw me as a kid brother and now...I mean last night whenever I touched you I half expected you to ask me what the hell I was doing." He looked down at his bare feet. "And you saw…I mean you were there when I was…" he grimaced again slightly.

"In the throes of passion and ecstasy?" Morgan suggested with a wink.

Reid laughed softly. "Don't flatter yourself." He mumbled but he couldn't stop smiling.

"So would it offend you if I kissed you right now?" Morgan grinned flirtily.

"Yes." Reid lied, smiling. "I can't imagine anything worse."

"Too bad cause I'm gonna do it."

"You heartless fiend, disregarding my honour and besmirching my virtue. I'll have you hanged with your…mmmfff fine then."

At that point Morgan had leant in and kissed him softly, fingers playing in his hair. Reid had his hands against Morgan's chest which at first he took as an affectionate touch but then realised it was also a way of keeping him at arm's length, though he wasn't sure if it was intentional. Especially since paradoxically, Reid was also stretching his neck forwards slightly, inviting Morgan's tongue further into his mouth.

When their mouths had had ample time to say good morning to one another they laid down against the arm of the couch, Reid leaning back against Morgan's chest with Morgan's arms around his waist and Reid's head resting back over his broad shoulder.

"Hey I've been wondering, last night…why did you almost not ask me?" Morgan asked curiously. "I mean I thought the time we made out in the gym would've given you would a hint that it would be welcomed."

"You didn't bring it up." Reid said after a pause. "And it sort of…didn't really make sense, so I thought maybe it was another hallucination. I mean since I'd been living with Eric in my head for over a week it seemed plausible. More plausible than Derek Morgan having a crush on me anyway." He laughed.

Morgan shook his head in mock-exasperation. Then he thought for a second.

"Soo…you thought, you might have hallucinated me coming onto you?" He smirked.

Reid nodded, eyes slightly narrowed and wary.

Morgan grinned smugly. "Wow…I must've really been in your head pretty boy…"

Reid kept his best poker face, but he couldn't hide the blush rising to the surface of his cheeks.

"Interesting. Did you have dreams about me?" Morgan smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Reid glared at him, unimpressed. "No." he said.

"Fantasies?"

"No!" Reid said a little too quickly. Morgan knew he was being mean but he couldn't help it.

"You did!" He gave an exaggerated gasp.

"Shut up!"

"I can't believe it. Do you think about me when you're in the shower?" Morgan asked, as if appalled by the thought.

"No!"

"Do you think about me in the shower?"

"No!"

"Are you on top?"

"No! Wait! ARGH I HATE YOU!" Reid buried his face in Morgan's shirt, cringing. Morgan was laughing his ass off.

"Interesting." He said again.

Reid shoved him away and stood up to go and hide in the bathroom but Morgan grabbed him around his waist and tackled him back onto his lap. Reid let out an 'oof!' and glared at Morgan who was hugging him side-on. Morgan gave an apologetic smile and planted a kiss on his cheek. Reid couldn't keep up his annoyed expression but he still looked uncomfortable.

Morgan hooked a finger around the loose neck of the dressing gown, pulling it down his shoulder a little so Reid's incredibly appetising neck was exposed to him. He planted another kiss, this time where neck met shoulder, and another, halfway up to his ear. He felt Reid melt slightly.

"You wanna hear one of my fantasies about you?" he whispered in his ear. Reid's eyebrows shot up.

"You?" Reid echoed. "You've had a sex fantasy about me?"

"Is that such a shock?" Morgan laughed.

"No…I suppose not…I just hadn't thought about that before."

Morgan stroked a lock of hair back behind his ear. "Well I'm not ashamed to say it pretty boy. You're very sexy. I think about us doing all kinds of things."

Reid looked surprised and happy and self-conscious.

He hesitated.

"Me too." He laughed, nervous and searching Morgan's face for signs of ridicule. "To be honest…" he looked away. "I've hardly thought about anything else since I've been here." He confessed quietly.

(He wished he was exaggerating.)

Morgan grinned widely and pulled Reid into a happy quick-fire of kisses. The fact that Reid had been thinking about him was flattering enough but the fact that he trusted Morgan enough to tell him that…

Reid laughed as his mouth was repeatedly assaulted with kisses. It was the first time in a long while that he'd shared something so personal with someone. He'd always felt that…those thoughts, were private. A few months ago the idea was unthinkable to him. Aside from the fact he barely had any anyway, he thought that no one would want to know, that they'd think he was a pervert. Porn and sexual fantasies were such a common trait in the kind of person they hunted every day, the serial killers and rapists they all despised, that Reid hadn't really allowed himself to have them.

Morgan tried not to look too eager for details (probably failing).

"D'you…d'you think maybe you could tell me what kind of thing you think about or…?"

Reid shook his head apologetically.

"I don't think…I mean maybe. Just not…not…"

"Not right now, I get it. That's fine." He said, a little disappointed.

Reid dropped his head sideways onto Morgan's broad shoulder and Morgan kissed his forehead reassuringly, putting his arm around skinny shoulders. Reid lifted his head and rested his chin on Morgan's shoulder, deep in thought. Morgan looked at him, eyebrow raised.

"You're trying to guess mine now aren't you?"

Reid grinned. "Pleeease?" he asked with puppy-dog eyes.

Morgan thought for a few seconds, sighed and stood up.

Reid looked upset. "Wait! Okay just forget it! If you don't want to tell me that's fine. I mean I didn't tell you mine so it's not really fair of me to-"

"It's not that." Morgan said, turning to face him. Reid waited for him to continue but he didn't seem to be able to.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Nothin' really. It's just that if we start heading down that road we're probably gonna end up back in bed, and I promised myself I'd tell you before we slept together again."

"Tell me what?" Reid asked, worried.

"Look, you gotta understand," Morgan tried to summarise what had happened in the most matter-of-fact, detached way possible, "I was way more messed up by the Faraday brothers than I let on to anyone. Even myself. It stirred up all this unresolved crap from my childhood and Buford and everything, and when you left suddenly I had nothing to hold on for. So I pretty much just…went to the dark side for a while."

Morgan opened his mouth but he didn't seem able to make any more words come out. He decided it would be easier to show rather than tell.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and he tried not to hear the awful strangled noise of shock and pain which came from Reid, as he revealed the criss-cross patchwork of scars and scabs on his body.

"No…Morgan…" he said shakily, hand over his mouth. Tears filled his eyes.

He stood up and went to step closer but then froze. He looked into Morgan's eyes "This…this is because of me isn't it." he said, his voice hushed and shaken. "Because I left."

"No!" Morgan shook his head sadly. He'd known Reid would immediately blame himself. "No Reid this isn't because of you. The monsters are to blame for this, not you."

"But you weren't hurting yourself like this before I left, were you?" Reid said, almost whispering. "I was with you when we got changed for the gym, remember? And there was nothing like this."

He approached Morgan warily with his right hand out, like he was trying to pet a stray dog. Looking at Morgan's face to check it was okay, he placed his warm hand lightly on a particularly mutilated patch of skin on Morgan's left side, near the base of his ribcage, then pulled it away like he'd been burnt. Upset, he went to turn away, but seemed to change his mind halfway through and turned back jerkily. He looked into Morgan's eyes again, confused and hurting, and lifted his hands sharply to rest on the back of his head, fingers linked, taking deep breaths.

Morgan felt disgusting.

They had just embarked on this relationship, whatever it was, and already he'd gone and ruined it. The first few months were supposed to be full of excitement and romance and happiness but here he was, forced to bare all his issues, all the filthy, fucked up horrible parts of him because he couldn't just deal with his feelings like a normal fucking human being. He'd cut up and ruined his body, the main thing he had going for him. The thing Reid should have been able to look at and touch and kiss and enjoy.

A lump rose in his throat, choking him, and he just couldn't swallow it.

He shook his head.

"Baby I'm sorry." He said quietly, tears welling up in his eyes. He dropped to his knees. Reid stepped forwards and Morgan let his head fall forwards against his stomach. Reid curled his arms around Morgan's head, hugging him gently. Relieved and grateful that Reid wasn't rejecting him Morgan hugged Reid back around his hips.

Reid stroked the back of his head. When Morgan seemed to have calmed down Reid got down on his knees. He was frowning, confused.

"Why are you saying sorry?" he asked, his hand holding Morgan's face, Morgan's hands clutching the front of his dressing gown. He was shaking. It was the first time Reid had ever felt his best friend so raw and vulnerable and reliant on him.

Morgan laughed shortly, not meeting his eyes. "Ah…I'm just…I'm just such a mess. I've really fucked this up."

"What are you talking about? What have you fucked up?"

"Myself. Us. I mean this…" he gestured to his torso. "…it's not exactly attractive, is it?" he laughed it off again.

"Oh…" Reid realised what Morgan was thinking, and it was so ridiculous that he laughed. "Don't be an idiot. It would take way more than a few battle-scars to make you unattractive."

"Please, don't patronise me." Morgan snapped, scowling. Reid flinched a little at his harsh tone and he felt even worse. He softened his voice and expression. "I just…look I know okay? I know. It's ugly. It's so ugly. A constant reminder of what he did to me. If you slept with me now all you'd be able to think about is that you're having sex with a…a victim." His voice twisted in disgust.

Reid pulled Morgan closer.

"That's not what I'd be thinking." He said firmly, his gaze flicking between each of Morgan's eyes. "When I look at you I don't see a victim. I see a survivor. One who's been struggling with evil since he was a kid, but who has beaten the odds because he never lets the bad guys win." He said with a smile. He stroked Morgan's chest lightly with his fingertips, feeling the bumps of his scars. "I don't think these are ugly at all, I even think they're kinda beautiful in a way, and I'm grateful to every one of them, and so are all the people you're gonna help in the future, 'cause without these scars maybe you wouldn't be here."

Reid sat back on his knees and started kissing Morgan's scars, all of them, working his way up from his stomach to his chest. Morgan couldn't even breathe in case it made him release the explosion of feeling in his stomach and throat and start bawling like a kid.

When Reid had kissed most of the ones in reach he kissed Morgan's mouth, leading the kiss tenderly with his fingers in the nape of Morgan's neck and the other hand skittering gently up and down his side beneath his shirt.

Morgan closed his eyes and relaxed, happy for Reid to take care of him. The high-crested wave of guilt and self-loathing (which ironically made him want to reach for the razor in the first place) receded back, and his insecurity was reassured for the moment, though he knew it was still there, lurking in the back of his mind like a weak vessel waiting to leak out.

He could feel a new kind of intimacy from how Reid was touching him all over, confidently and not shying away from more sexual areas, like he wanted to show him how little the scars bothered him. He welcomed it, pressing closer. Reid dropped the kiss to the side of Morgan's neck, wrapping his arms right around his chest. Morgan overbalanced with the sudden shift in weight distribution, his top few vertebrae clunking against the rim of the coffee table. Reid took the opportunity to slide onto his lap, knees squeezing him so tight that every move they made woke up his crotch a little bit more. The coffee table started to slide under their weight so Morgan put his elbow on it to steady it.

Reid straightened up and looked down into Morgan's dark brown eyes. They were fixed on him, adoring him. Morgan looked completely enslaved by his sexiness, he thought, pleased with himself. For the first time it occurred to him that maybe Morgan needed someone to take care of him like he took care of Reid, and everyone else. And that maybe he could be that person eventually.

The thought gave him unfamiliar feelings of desire and possessiveness. He yanked Morgan's shirt back over his shoulders, Morgan shifting his arms to help. Reid slid off his lap slightly in the process and had to shuffle back up, and the motion of Morgan's denim-clad thighs rubbing against his underwear provided such pleasurable stimulation that he couldn't help repeating it under the guise of slipping off and on again. Morgan wrapped his free arm around his lower back to pull him back up, and for a moment Reid assumed Morgan was trying to hold him in place, but then realised he had not been so subtle after all in his enjoyment, as Morgan started jerking Reid off againt his thigh. It felt so good Reid dropped his forehead onto Morgan's shoulder, silently gasping. Morgan turned his head and whispered close to his ear.

"Go for it babyboy." He said, the words slightly hoarse and growled.

Reid groaned, threw his arms around Morgan's neck and humped his leg jerkily.

It blew Morgan's mind how hot this was, even if it wasn't the most dignified or comfortable position. Because he had Reid, the certified genius who was probably an expert in reproduction but too shy to say the word 'sex' in front of him, mindlessly rubbing himself off against Morgan's leg like a horny dog in heat. And looking damn hot while he did it too. He could hear muffled squeaks and whimpers coming from Reid's mouth. And he could clearly feel Reid's erection rock-hard against his thigh.

Things were getting even hotter, Reid was breathing hard and getting a little sweaty and Morgan was torn between watching him come like this or moving things in another direction, when a sharp rap on the door cut through the fog in his brain.

Reid straightened up sharply, looking at the door. Morgan vehemently wished a thousand years in a fiery hell on whoever had interrupted them.

Then he saw the terrified look on Reid's face and realised what he was thinking.

"Hey, hey, it's nothin'." he murmured, guiding Reid's face back towards him. "It's probably the mail or somethin'. They'll go away in a second."

Reid looked hesitant.

"I've not got any mail since I've been here." He said doubtfully.

Morgan took his hand. "It's not Eric."

"I know." Reid said. There was a second rap on the door. This time a familiar voice accompanied it;

"Reid? It's Hotch, can you let me in?"

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Chapter song - Little Lion Man ~ Mumford & Sons. *cause Reid's like 'but it was not your fault but mine! D: and it was your heart on the line. A* and Morgan was like 'I really fucked it up this time... ^0^ didn't I my dearr... T^T*
Why is it so fun to mock my OWN emotional scenes? xD

Anyway yeah Hotch y u such a cockblocker?

...Hotchblocker?