Derek wakes up the next morning feeling better than he has in a long time. His arms are filled by his Baby Boy's delicious warmth and his mind by the knowledge that Spencer is truly his now. One day, he'll be able to wake up Spencer how he wants to by sliding balls deep and taking him nice and slow but until then, kissing him awake will have to do. Derek starts with barely there kisses, then nibbles on his delicious pink lips. He sucks gently on Spencer's neck, mapping out spots he plans on marking later on. Derek's mental plotting is interrupted when Spencer's throat vibrates with a pleased moan. Chuckling softly against his skin, Derek continues to spread kisses, coaxing Spencer awake.

"Morning, Baby Boy."

Spencer's face blushes pretty pink and he ducks his head under the pillow.

"None of that, Pretty Boy. Let me see that beautiful blush of yours." Derek tosses the pillows to the floor, preventing Spencer from hiding under them. When he doesn't obey his request, he demands sternly, "Stop hiding from me."

With face flushed, Spencer complies.

Not liking how he's avoiding his eyes, Derek takes his chin in hand. "Look at me."

Spencer meets his eyes shyly.

Derek leans down slowly, pressing a gentle kiss to Spencer's sweet lips. "Good morning."

Spencer's eyes dart nervously and his fingers worry the sheets but he returns the greeting. "Morning, Morg—I mean Der—" Sensing the sharpening in Derek's demeanor, he freezes. Spencer worries his lip before correcting himself shyly, "Morning, D-Daddy."

The timid reply is the perfect morning treat. Derek brushes Spencer's hair back and inspects the pretty face that belongs to him. Pleased, he rewards him with a dirty kiss. "If we had more time, I'd suck you dry." Derek laughs at Spencer's responding flush. Tracing the beautiful pinked skin with his fingers, he promises, "I'm never going to get tired of seeing you blush. It's irresistible." He nibbles teasingly on the heated skin in an effort to taste his blush. "What I wouldn't give to stay locked up in this room with you, uninterrupted, for days. Just devour your virgin flesh."

"Morgan!" Spencer shouts, scandalized.

Derek growls, unhappy about being called Morgan.

Spencer gulps, instinctively shrinking in on himself at Derek aggressively hovering over him.

Tilting his head back by his hair, Derek leans in close. "What is my name?"

Eyes wide, Spencer swallows nervously. "D-Daddy?"

"That's right." Derek relaxes, certain Spencer will remember. "When we're alone, all I want to hear cross your pretty lips is Daddy."

"You're serious about this," Spencer asks quietly.

"About being your Daddy? Dead serious. All I want to do is take care of you." It would crush him if Spencer decided he didn't want it anymore.

"You—you really want to take care of me? Me?" Spencer asks in a tiny voice.

Gathering Spencer in his arms, Derek holds him tenderly. "Of course I do. Nothing would make me happier."

Spencer buries his face in Derek's chest. "I never thought, I-I always wanted—" Tears shine in his eyes as he looks up, his voice thick with emotion, "You want me."

"I do," Derek vows fervently. "For always."

Staring at his chest, Spencer timidly asks, "You won't leave me?"

The underlying fear in those four words about breaks Derek's heart. How many people hurt his poor boy? Cradling his face, Derek promises, "Never."

Doubt colors Spencer's beautiful eyes. "You can't know that."

"Dear heart, nothing but death could drag me away from you. Even then, I'd haunt you; you'll would never be alone."

"Why? You barely know me."

Derek smiles at Spencer's analytical testing of his dedication and resolve. In time, Spencer will trust him but for now, Derek is willing to jump through any hoop Spencer sets in front of him. "Because you've been mine since the first moment I saw you. I would have claimed you then and there if I thought you would have accepted."

Spencer's bottom lip juts out. "That's not an answer."

Unable to resist, Derek drags his thumb across his pouting lip. "I know enough to know you are exactly what I want and need."

"Like what?"

"I know you're a brilliant boy, who was forced to grow up too fast. I know you've been hurt and you bear the scars on your heart. The pain makes it hard for you to trust. I know what you want more than anything is to be the most important person in someone's life, to be loved absolutely by someone who won't abandon you." Smiling gently at Spencer's surprise, Derek adds, "I've been watching you, Pretty Boy. I needed to know you, more importantly, I needed to know what you needed."

Brows wrinkled with confusion, Spencer says, "But you could have anyone."

Silly Spencer, he doesn't know his worth. "I don't want just anyone, I want you. If I can choose anyone in the world, I choose you."

"But why?"

Derek's heart squeezes, hearing what Spencer isn't saying, no one ever chooses him. "You don't see what I see." Spencer's hair is soft between his fingers. "You don't need to see it. You're beautiful, inside and out. A perfect boy for me to take care of." Pressing a kiss over his creased brow, Derek soothes, "Stop worrying, Baby Boy. That's my job. I'll take care of you."

"But—"

Shushing him with a finger over his lips, Derek says firmly, "I will take care of you." Spencer blinks back tears, wanting desperately to surrender to Derek's care. "I know it's hard to trust; I will prove beyond a doubt you can place your trust in me, Baby Boy. Give me a chance."

Chin wobbling briefly, Spencer nods sharply. "Okay, Daddy."

Derek hugs Spencer tight, rocking them side to side. Spencer has such fear; it will take time to earn the level of trust for his fear to ease. "Come on, we better get ready. The team is probably waiting on us."

"What...what should I call you around the team?"

"Morgan or Derek is fine. I know you can't call me Daddy at work as much as I wish you could." He lightly grasps Spencer's chin, "Just remember being your Daddy doesn't stop when we're working, Baby Boy. My most important job is to take care of you."

Spencer hangs his head and mumbles softly, "You think I'm weak."

"Hey, look at me." He waits for Spencer to obey. "You're a capable agent."

"You really think so?"

"I do, Pretty Boy." Spencer's greatest weapon is his brain. The rest can improve with practice and experience. Derek will make sure he gets the practice, he wants Spencer to be fully able to utilize every weapon possible.

An insistent knock on their hotel door breaks the moment. "You better be awake in there, Hotch wants to leave in ten."

Derek shakes his head and goes to answer the door. Opening it a crack, he blocks the view of the room with his body. "We're up."

Elle deliberately eyes his bare chest and legs. "But not dressed. Hurry up, I'm not dealing with coffee-less Reid on the plane ride home."

"Heaven forbid. Don't worry, Elle, we'll be down soon."

She warns, "You better."

After Derek shuts the door, Spencer asks, "I'm not that bad, am I?"

Smiling indulgently, Derek avoids answering directly. "We'd better get ready. You need your morning dose of sugar coffee."

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

"Go home everyone," Hotch announces.

"You should, too, Aaron," Gideon says.

Hotch stares dead-eyed at him but when Gideon doesn't flinch, he relents, "Fine."

After a day spent mostly on paperwork, Derek is ready to leave. He puts his arm around Spencer as he is grabbing his bag. "Come on, Reid. I'll give you a ride home."

Spencer stumbles but Derek steadies him. "Oh, okay. That'd—that'd be great, thanks."

No one comments, despite knowing the distance between Derek's house and Spencer's apartment.

Derek feels unreasonable satisfaction at having Spencer sit next to him in his truck. At Spencer's twitchiness, he reaches over and lays his hand over Spencer's and squeezes comfortingly. "We're going to stop at your apartment first."

"S-Stop?" Spencer stutters.

Glancing at him, Derek starts his truck. "I'm taking you home, Baby Boy."

"To your house?" Spencer squeaks.

"Yes. I meant what I said, I can't sleep without you. I don't want to." Derek clenches his hand into a fist to stop himself from reassuring them both with a kiss. No one would notice, probably, but there are cameras in the garage. "I know this is new for you. If you want, we could stay at your apartment. I'd have to go get Clooney."

"Who is Clooney?"

"My dog."

Spencer jolts fearfully. "You have a dog?"

"Don't worry, Pretty Boy, he's a big goof. He loves people."

Crossing his arms over his chest defensively, Spencer complains, "Animals hate me."

"Take him for a swim or a run and he'll be your best friend."

"I have to run?"

Chuckling at Spencer's whiny complaint, Derek can't resist ruffling his hair. "You could go for a swim instead. Exercise is good for you, Baby Boy. Build up some muscle."

"I don't want to."

Derek scolds sternly, "You and I are going to start exercising together. Being strong and healthy will keep you safe."

Pouting, Spencer says, "I am not coordinated."

"I'm not expecting you to be an olympian, Baby."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes." Derek locks eyes with Spencer. "You are my world now. With our job, you need to be able to rely on your body as much as you do on your mind. I want you to be safe."

"Fine," Spencer agrees, sounding both disgruntled about the exercise part and pleased by Derek's concern for him all at the same time.

"Does this mean you'll come home with me?"

"Yes," Spencer glances around, "Daddy."

Derek groans. That little minx! "God, I want to kiss you right now."

A smattering of pink lights Spencer's cheeks and he dips his head to smile shyly at Derek.

"Your beautiful blush isn't helping, Baby Boy." Tearing his eyes away, Derek pulls out of the parking space and heads toward Spencer's apartment. He turns on some soft R&B to settle the urge to devour the beautiful boy beside him.

Having noticed that the team can cut Spencer off when he starts to ramble, Derek wants to give him a chance to talk uninterrupted. "Talk to me."

"About what?"

"Anything you want."

Picking at his sleeve, Spencer peeks at Derek from the corner of his eye. "You played football, right? How was that?" he says lamely.

"You don't care about football."

"But you do, right?"

"There'll be plenty of time to talk about me and my interests. I want to talk about you and what you are interested in. I can't promise to understand but I can promise not to interrupt you and to listen."

"Truly?"

Derek nods. Spencer's soft, surprised oh melts his heart. He tentatively starts talking about a recent scientific study he has been reading about. Derek pretends he doesn't notice the too long pauses where Spencer waits to be shushed or dismissed or the subject changed. His patience pays off when Spencer finally embraces the opportunity without fear and rambling excitably the rest of the ride to his apartment. Derek settles back, happily listening attentively despite not fully understanding everything Spencer is saying.

Spencer looks surprised when he parks. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk your ear off like that," he apologizes sheepishly.

"Baby Boy, I was happy to listen. You deserved to be heard and my ear is always available," Derek offers easily.

"You actually mean that."

Baffled, Derek confirms, "Of course, I do. I wouldn't have said it otherwise."

Standing outside his apartment door, Spencer scuffs the cement landing. "People tend to get sick of me, maybe they don't mean to but I guess I'm too much to handle."

Derek takes in Spencer's slumped shoulders with sadness. "Then they aren't worth your time. It's their issue, not yours."

Shocked by his answer, Spencer's head snaps up and he searches Derek's face. A tiny smile forms on his lips. "Okay," Spencer says bashfully. He swings the door open and sweeps his arm out. "This is, um, my apartment."

It's as Derek expected, small and cozy with books everywhere. A little sanctuary. "It's very you."

Spencer scans him critically, no doubt looking for criticism or judgment. He blinks when he finds none. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Derek looks at him bemused. "Are you going to pack, Baby Boy?"

Realizing he's been standing there staring off into space, Spencer jumps. "Oh. Right. I'll just—" he points vaguely toward the bedroom.

Derek watches him scamper inside, then follows. He leans against the door jam. Spencer empties his to go bag and puts in fresh clothing. "Pack for a few days, Pretty Boy."

"O-Okay." Spencer stuffs clothing into another bag.

"Whenever you feel comfortable, you can move in," Derek says nonchalantly.

Stunned, Spencer screeches, "What?"

Derek stares back with a bland expression.

"Did you just say…"

"Yup."

Spencer gapes at him.

"Don't worry, I won't push." Derek smiles reassuringly. "I won't change my mind, either. Literally any time. Say the word and it'll be done. Until then, we'll just switch off where we sleep."

"But…"

Derek moves closer, spurned by the confusion on Spencer's face. "You're my Baby Boy now. I don't want to sleep without you in my arms."

"You don't?"

"Never. I have to take care of you and that means being with you."

"Oh."

"Is that okay?" As much as he wants to go all in with Spencer, Derek doesn't want to run over him or push him into something he doesn't want. He won't be like the people from his past. Spencer deserves the best and to be cared for in the way he needs.

"I don't have to sleep alone? Be alone?" Spencer asks in a quiet, questioning voice.

Face soft, Derek promises, "Never. Not unless you want to."

Spencer hugs him gratefully. His muffled thank you is barely loud enough for Derek to hear.

Surprised by the initiated hug, it takes him a second to return the hug. It serves to solidify his decision to be Spencer's Daddy. If such a small promise can produce the depth of gratitude from Spencer that he is driven to overcome his shyness and initiate the touch, he needs a Daddy's care more than Derek thought. "You're welcome, Baby Boy." Derek savors the warmth of the snuggling boy in his arms. Feeding Spencer's need for physical affection and comfort is not only Derek's job but his pleasure.

Derek eases Spencer back, brushing the hair from his face. "My beautiful, special boy." The responding blush is beauty personified. Kissing him tenderly, Derek releases Spencer, nudging him toward the closet.

Spencer packs methodically. His eyes dart back to Derek frequently to check he remains. The need for reassurance firms Derek's resolve further. Spencer needs his care and dependability. Derek's desire is to see Spencer blossom under his care. To watch as his fear dissipates and an aura of security takes its place. To see Spencer be confident in being loved by his Daddy.

He follows Spencer back to the living room, his gorgeous boy sheepishly grabbing a healthy stack of books. Raising a brow in question, Derek asks, "Is that going to be enough?"

Spencer's nimble fingers grab four more books, an embarrassed flush on his face.

"Baby Boy, you don't need to hide from me. I won't judge you for what you need, it's my job to ensure you have all you need. Understand?"

Biting his lip, Spencer wordlessly nods.

"Good. Are you ready? Anything else you need?" At the shake of his head, Derek takes his bags, throws them over his shoulder, and guides Spencer back to his truck. He unnecessarily assists Spencer into the truck, then stows his luggage. Starting his truck, Derek glances over at Spencer and notices he's tense. Talking helped him relax before, no reason it shouldn't work again. "What do you want to talk about now? Something else you read?"

Spencer shakes his head. "What will happen when we arrive at your home?"

The formal tone sets off red flags in Derek's brain. Honesty is what Spencer needs to feel more on solid ground. "First, you will be introduced to Clooney." From the corner of his eye, movement flashes as Spencer clenches his fingers together.

"Do I have to?"

"I know you are afraid, Baby Boy, but I will be right there beside. I won't let him hurt you."

"Promise?"

"Promise. I'm your Daddy, protecting you is part of my job."

The whiteness of his fingers lessens as he loosens his grip. "Then what?"

Knowing what to expect is important for Spencer to feel secure. "Then, I will give you a tour of our home." The moment he claimed Spencer, a switch flipped in his mind. He doesn't think in terms of mine or yours but ours.

Spencer's breath hitches at the word ours. "But—"

Derek stifles his protest with a gentle hand on his arm. "The house isn't just mine anymore, it's ours. You are a part of me and I am a part of you. We are us, not simple Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan." Stunned to silence, Spencer doesn't speak. "If you don't like the house, then we'll find something else but until then, it is our home." Derek squeezes his arm in comfort.

"Us," Spencer whispers reverently.

He suspects Spencer doesn't realize he said that out loud but Derek is happy it has a significant effect on Spencer. "We're in this together now. Us. Daddy and Baby Boy."

"And Clooney," Spencer adds. His cheerfulness is only moderately forced.

"And Clooney."

"What, um, breed is he? Clooney is male, isn't he?"

Derek nods. "Yes, he's male. He's a Wirehaired Pointing Griffon."

Spencer sags. "I don't know anything about that breed."

Derek does his best to hid his smile. Spencer knows a wealth of information, his tone says he considers it a personal failure to know nothing of the breed. "That just means you can read up on them as well as have personal experience with a Griffon."

The defeated posture transforms to excitement. "Yes, I can. Do you have any books?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. Feel free to borrow them."

"Thank you." Spencer does a little wiggle, unable to keep still as the anticipation of learning something new builds.

The giddiness Spencer gets from acquiring knowledge is utterly adorable. No doubt, he'll have all the books read in no time. "You'll have to read them later."

Spencer's forehead wrinkles in confusion. "Couldn't I read them after the tour?"

"No. Clooney needs some exercise. We'll take him for a swim."

"A swim?" Spencer squeaks. "But I don't have a swimsuit."

Derek isn't fooled by the excuse. "We can pick one up."

Pouting, Spencer crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't want to."

"It's what you need," Derek chides him.

"No, I don't. I'm perfectly healthy, check my medical exam if you don't believe me."

His boy's defiance and resistance to exercise is amusing. However, Derek isn't about to give in to Spencer's desperate attempts to defy his authority. "I don't care what the exam says," he says sternly. "You need exercise and training. I will ensure that comes to fruition."

"But—"

Derek looks at him sharply and Spencer's mouth snaps shut. "I am your Daddy. It is my job to determine what you need and ensure you receive it."

Spencer's head drops at the scolding. "Yes, Daddy."

DaddyDerek*BabyBoy

Pulling into the garage, Derek glances at Spencer. His boy looks nervous, the sound of Clooney's excited barking makes him jump. Not about to let his fear grow, Derek encourages him out of his truck. Spencer's bags over his shoulder, he nudges him toward the door to the house. Spencer timidly grabs his hand, Derek squeezes it in comfort. "It's going to fine, Baby Boy. Trust me."

Spencer searches his eyes carefully, then nods.

Derek places himself in front of Spencer and opens the door. Clooney's barking stops and he wags his entire body in pure joy at the sight of him. Derek sets Spencer's bags down and greets Clooney as he always does by kneeling down and giving him a good rub down. "Hi, buddy. Did you miss me?" Clooney licks his face in answer. Derek sees the instant Clooney realizes a stranger is hovering in the background. He stills, tilting his head in curiosity. Clooney looks at Derek as if asking who the new person is. "Clooney, this is Spencer. He's going to be staying here. You be nice." Turning to Spencer, he sees the dread and fear on his pretty face. "Baby Boy, this is Clooney."

Spencer stares at Clooney, not showing any indication of coming forward.

"Clooney, sit." When the dog plops his butt down, Derek bids Spencer closer. "Kneel down, offer your hand for him to smell." At Spencer's reluctance, he says, "Trust me."

Spencer takes a deep breath and steps forward. He kneels and offers his hand. Twitching at the first touch of the dog's cold nose, Spencer is tense. Clooney nudges Spencer's hand and whines. Spencer looks at Derek in confusion.

Derek smiles. "He wants you to pet him." Spencer's confusion increases, instead of lessens.

"But—"

"You aren't actually cursed, Baby Boy, no matter what experience has told you. Relax. Clooney likes you."

"Really?" Spencer asks in wonder.

"Really."

Spencer tentatively reaches out, Clooney's nose nudges his hand until he pets down his body. The slow strokes clearly make Clooney happy; he flops onto his belly and looks at Spencer expectantly. Spencer reads the clues and rubs his belly. Derek smirks when he stops, predicting what will happen next. Clooney wiggles back onto his feet and launches into Spencer, knocking him over. His flash of fear morphs into confusion then bemusement when Clooney makes himself home on Spencer's lap. Clooney nudges him insistently until Spencer continues petting.

"Told you, Baby Boy. Clooney's a goof and obviously does not hate you."

Spencer looks down at the happy dog spilling out of his lap and smiles. "He's the first."

Clooney slides off his lap, spinning in happy circles before running off only to come back with a ragged looking stuffed duck in his mouth. He drops it in front of Spencer and looks at him expectantly.

Derek watches fondly as Spencer picks up the toy as if unsure what to do with it. Clooney's body goes on alert, anticipation coming off him in waves. Spencer tosses it and Clooney darts after it, his nails clicking loudly on the wood floor as he scrambles across it.

Derek lets the play go on for a bit before putting a stop to it. Clooney could play fetch all day if they let him. Spencer's bags on his shoulder, Derek starts the tour. He hopes Spencer will like the house, he did most of the work himself.

Spencer stops at the sight of framed pictures, his expression turning openly curious.

Answering the unasked question, Derek explains, "That's my mama and my two sisters."

Spencer examines the photograph closely.

"This is Mama," Derek points her out. "This is Sarah, she's older than me by three years. And lastly, this is Desiree. She's the baby of the family, eight years younger than me. She was a definite surprise." He laughs, remembering when his parents told him and Sarah. "I don't know who was most surprised, my parents or Sarah or me." Looking at Spencer, Derek admits, "She's your age."

Spencer blinks, a blank expression on his face. "Oh, okay."

Derek raises a brow. "Is that a problem?"

"No, it's just… I never related well to others my age," he admits with a shrug.

"Ah." Derek considers his answer carefully. "Desiree is...young. She doesn't remember my dad and only knows him through us. I am the closest thing to a father figure she has. It's made her look up to me; she doesn't think anyone is good enough for me, at least she's never has in the past."

Spencer's eyes go wide with fear.

"She may not be as welcoming as Clooney was when she meets you for the first time. You might have to work a bit to earn her approval," Derek warns.

Letting his anxiety build, Spencer is struck speechless by the warning.

"You don't have to look terrified, Baby Boy. Desi will come around." The almost dazed expression on Spencer's face sparks a realization. "You didn't think you would be meeting my family?" Derek takes Spencer by his narrow hips and tugs him closer. "I can't wait to introduce you to my family. Hiding you never crossed my mind. I want them to know you and you to know them." Practically seeing the wheels turn in Spencer's mind, Derek prompts, "What is going on in that big brain of yours?"

"Nothing."

"Do not lie to me, Baby Boy."

"I'm scared," Spencer admits quietly.

"What are you scared of?" Spencer looks down. Derek tips his chin up. "Tell me."

Fear and sadness brim in his eyes. "I don't want to lose you."

Derek is saddened but unsurprised by Spencer's insecurity. "Why do you think you are going to lose me?"

Spencer swallows thickly. "If they ask you to choose…"

Derek takes Spencer's face in his hands and vows, "I would choose you. I am your Daddy; you chose me. That means you are first in my life, above all others, my family included."

"Y-You can't," Spencer stutters in disbelief.

Resting his forehead against Spencer's, Derek promises, "I can and I will."

Stunned, Spencer opens his mouth several times but nothing comes out.

Derek kisses his sweet lips, then releases him. Time is what Spencer needs, with it he will realize Derek's commitment to him. With a sweep of his arm, he invites Spencer to continue the tour. No surprise, his boy is most interested in the den/library. He makes a mental note to start making room for Spencer's many books. Most likely I'll need to build some more shelves for him. Spencer could have happily spent the night with the books, only a promise he can come back later draws him from the library.

"This is the bedroom." Derek watches from the corner of his eye as Spencer takes in the decor. He chose a soft gray for three of the walls while the other is a bold, dark blue. The bedspread is dark gray with white sheets. Spencer's eyes go wide then dart away from the king-sized bed. Seeing the bed, a fantasy pops of Spencer in his mind, miles of pale skin glowing against the dark gray. If Spencer was ready, he'd make it real right now. However, his needs and wants come second to Spencer's. His boy is a virgin, he deserves and needs more than a quick tussle in the sheets.

Pulling out of his fantasy, Derek notices Spencer's eyes still avoiding the bed. He takes his hand between both of his. "You don't have to be afraid, Baby Boy. I know all of this is new to you. Everything, every aspect of physical affection and intimacy. I want you. I want to kiss and touch every inch of your body." At Spencer's beautiful blush, Derek loses the fight to suppress his leer. "You are gorgeous, inside and out. How could I not want you?"

Anxious, Spencer bites his lip. His eyes shyly dart to Derek's and away, his blush intensifying.

Derek bites back a groan, Spencer's timidness is far too alluring. "Look at me," he waits for those beautiful eyes to meet his before continuing, "We go at your pace. If you're not ready for anything, all you need to do is say and I'll stop. Promise me."

Staring deep into Derek's eyes, Spencer says with wonder, "This is important to you."

"Absolutely. It's my job to take care of you, even if it means denying myself what I want."

"I promise."

The way Spencer leans into his touch when he cups the side of his face is all the confirmation Derek needs to know he's doing the right thing. Spencer is meant to be his and it's his privilege to take care of him. "Thank you," Derek whispers before pressing a kiss to his lips.