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When he first found out about Reid's boyfriend, Morgan hated Cooper because of his position as Strauss' Assistant; though he knew that wasn't a good enough reason.

Sure, the Section Chief wasn't his favorite person, but she had fully supported him when he was Temporary Unit Chief then he soon realized that he felt jealousy coursing through his veins every time he saw Cooper touching Reid or laughing at Reid's lame scientific jokes.

He could admit that Cooper was good looking and charming, but he believed that Reid needed someone who could stimulate him intellectually. He was convinced that Reid's boyfriend would never be able to satisfy that need. He sneered as he thought, Cooper's job consists of making coffee, answering the telephone, and keeping Strauss's schedule updated.

Within seconds, Morgan felt shame and regret. He felt mortified at what his mother would think of him and his elitist thoughts. His mother had labored for years working meaningless jobs just to keep a roof over their heads, food on their table, and nice clothes on her children.

The truth was that Morgan didn't really care about Cooper's job, or his personality, or his intellectual capabilities, he simply disliked Cooper but it wasn't his only problem.

Ever since that night in the bar when he had overheard Reid satisfying Cooper, Morgan could no longer be in the same room with Reid without wanting to fuck him then and there and he hated not being able to control his endless fantasies or his physical urges.

All his life, Morgan had always given the impression that he felt confident in himself both physically and sexually but ever since Carl Buford had abused him, he had never truly felt comfortable with his own body and hardly ever masturbated himself.

Of course, there were times when he did give in and masturbate simply to release the tension, but he had NEVER masturbated while thinking of anyone else.

Lately, Morgan regularly and constantly jerked himself off while fantasizing about Reid. He had tried everything he could think of to stop his raging lust (sex with women or men, working out, and spending longer hours doing paperwork in his office), but he always end up dreaming about having sex with the young man.

The constant arousal and jealousy were drastically affecting Morgan both professionally and personally. Every day, he felt irritated and snapped at people (without thinking), as he had recently done with Garcia. Many times, he had apologized for his insensitive and insulting comment regarding Battle. Morgan even offered to pay for a romantic trip for Kevin and her. Thankfully, she finally accepted his apology and forgave him.

Not wanting to distance himself for his team, Morgan agreed to attend at Rossi's house for a barbecue. It was a very sunny day but Morgan spent the majority of his time watching Reid and Cooper.

About a month had passed since that day in the cafeteria when Reid and Cooper had appeared to be on the verge of a breakup. Now, they looked like the happiest couple on earth.

As the party went on, and liquor flowed, Morga couldn't take it anymore and left Rossi's house. While he was driving home, he realized that he needed to get Reid out of his system, and he was sure that he had now figured out the perfect way to do it.

The Attila was one of the many gay-friendly sports bar in D.C. Most of the customers were straight men who went there to drink beer and watch sports on big screen TVs. It wasn't usually to see gay couples kissing, dancing, or having quickies in the restrooms.

That was why Morgan always choose this particular bar when he wanted to fuck a guy. If he were to run into someone that he knew, then he could always pretend that he was only there because of the beer and the big screens.

As soon as he entered the bar, Morgan ordered a drink, sat in a quiet booth, and waited. Usually, he didn't waste his time with waiting for anyone. He'd use his profiling skills and win over a guy who was willing to fulfill his needs. It never mattered if the guys were Asian, white, black, brown, tall, or small. As long as the guy like it fast and rough but tonight, he knew exactly for whom he was waiting for.

It was in this bar, a couple of months ago, that Morgan had seen a guy who looked a lot like Reid. He had the same lean frame and hair color, but younger and a little shorter than Reid. For a few seconds, Morgan had thought that it was Reid. At the time, he didn't pay any more attention to the look-a-like.

But now that his obsession and fantasies for Reid were out of control , Morgan figured that this FakeReid could be the solution to his problems.

If he couldn't have the real Reid, he could definitely have his substitute.

Morgan was on his second drink when FakeReid finally walked in and took at seat at the bar. The pyoung man looked around the bar, and for a few seconds stared at Morgan.

Ten minutes later, FakeReid finished his drink and he stood up, grinning at Morgan then headed towards the men's room and without a second thought, or hesitation, Morgan got up and followed him.

Luckily, no one else was in the men's room. Morgan stared at FakeReid, who stood there seductively licked his lips. Though Morgan knew exactly what the guy wanted, he asked gruffly, "What do you want?"

FakeReid grinned and stared directly at Morgan's crotch, "You already know what I want."

The FBI agent walked up to FakeReid, and none too gently, pushed him backwards into a stall. He locked the stall door then commanded "Face the wall."

FakeReid turned to face the wall. As he undid his pants, he asked Morgan, "Do you have protection?"

"Don't worry about that, Pretty Boy," Morgan replied, as he pulled a condom from his back pocket. He was already hard, and using his pet name for Reid was the clincher.

FakeReid's pants and boxers were already down to his ankles so Morgan ripped open the condom and pushed his own pants and boxers only as low as necessary. He slipped on the condom, lubricated it with spit, and began impaling himself into FakeReid's ass.

"Deeper … harder," FakeReid begged, as he panted faster and faster while jerking himself off.

Morgan grinned and hoarsely whispered, "That's it, Pretty Boy. Beg for my cock!"

It didn't take long for both of them to come at the same time. As soon as he caught his breath, Morgan pulled out, tossed the used condom in the toilet, and grabbed a hand full of toilet paper and wiped himself clean. Within seconds, he had zipped himself up, flushed the toilet, and unlocked the stall door ready to leave.

"Wait," FakeReid panted, as he turned to face Morgan.

"What?" Morgan barked.

"I know you enjoyed yourself. I can guarantee you an even better time if you want to come back to my place," FakeReid grinned hopefully.

Morgan wanted more time with FakeReid, so that he could keep pretending that he was fucking the real Reid. But he knew better than to get personally involved with FakeReid, so he growled, "No, I'm good."

"Ok, your call. By the way, I'm Mark. You know how to find me if you change your mind," FakeReid said before he leisurely strolled out the men's room.

Watching Morgan leaving the bar, Mark was sitting painfully in his car. His ass was sore but he was used to that. It was a collateral damage of his job. He grabbed his phone, dialed a number, lit a cigarette, and waited for his call to be answered.

"Yeah, it's me. I met your guy. Just like you said, he fucked me in the bathroom. No, he didn't want to come home with me... " Mark was cutoff by a lot of yelling on the other end of the line.

When the yelling died down, Mark continued, "Calm down. I hear you. Let me worry about the details. I know how to do my job. I'll call you back soon. You just make sure you have the cash ready, okay? Bye!"

Mark ended his call and smiled as he drove away. Yeah, sooner or later, he was going to be rolling in dough thanks to Derek Morgan.

A/N 2: I'm taking few weeks off so I will no be able to update but I'm coming back soon. Thanks.