A/N: Hiya there, ya all! (grins) It's time for another chapter, wouldn't you say?
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Awkay, before you get bored with me babbling, let's rock. (swallows thickly) I truly hope this part of the ride won't fall flat.
THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES SOME QUITE HARD SLASH! FOR THOSE WHO AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH IT, I'VE INSERTED WHAT I HOPE TO BE PROPER WARNINGS.
Profiler, Profiled
!HARDCORE SLASH!
Derek was a determined man, Spencer observed. When the agent wanted something he wasted no time in getting it. Spencer had never been stripped from his clothes as fast as he was in the safety of that bizarre night's decadent shadows.
Derek's hands were breathtakingly hard and hesitant at the same time when the man pushed him to a wall, attacking his lips with such ferocity that it almost scared him. "I'm not gay", the agent hissed against his lips, the hot breath tingling on his skin. Their eyes met and suddenly there was no mistaking the tension. "I don't know what the hell you're doing to me."
Still pinned against the wall Spencer reached forward the best as he could, giving Derek a teasing little kiss. He licked his lips, feeling uncomfortably hot. "I… I don't have a clue, either", he confessed quietly, truly fearing for his sanity. He was shaking. "Let me move and we'll see. Let it go."
Derek did. Almost embarrassingly easily the man guided him towards the direction of his bedroom, not wasting a second before pushing him to the bed. It wasn't until they were there – naked and their hot, tensed up bodies only inches apart – the hesitation began. Derek grunted with frustration, his eyes narrowing.
Spencer felt tempted to chuckle but didn't quite dare to in fear of humiliating the other man. "You've really never done this with a man, have you?" he inquired in a bizarre, husky tone. There was trembling he couldn't quite understand under his kin.
Derek unleashed a gruff sound that spoke far louder than words.
Spencer risked a gentle, tender smile and allowed his hands to wander. The heat on his cheeks and all over his body made him fear he might explode. "Don't worry – I'll show you." Taking the leading role was a foreign land for him. With Foyet he was always the submissive one.
And oh, Derek didn't enjoy being dominated. The agent's eyes actually narrowed and for a moment he was sure venomous hisses would be sent his way. But as he left a trail of kisses from the man's neck to a spot dangerously close to the most private parts something changed. At first Derek relaxed, slowly yet surely. Then the man's body began responding to his invites.
Derek growled and took a rather rough hold of him, pulling him close so hard that nails almost dug through the tender skin of his back. It wasn't all that hard to feel how the almost trembling man began to grow harder against him. Spencer gasped, taken aback by the change of pace and energy between them, but wasn't stunned for long. He gave a growl of his own, revealing his teeth like he'd been a attacking wild animal and bit Derek's neck lightly, teasingly.
Derek emitted something that sounded almost like a bark and fixed a hard questioning look at him. The agent's eyes were between curious and furious, and it was easy to tell that the wordless turmoil wasn't just between them – it was inside Derek as well.
Spencer took a firm hold of Derek, feeling how something changed on his face. It seemed the agent wasn't the only one hardening constantly. "You don't take orders well, do you?" he breathed out in a husky tone.
Alpha male's eyes stared back at him, demanding and greedy. "Stop playing with me", Derek half snarled, the nails leaving marks on his skin. The man felt and looked just about ready to explode or combust.
Good heavens, Spencer didn't feel like himself at all – he'd never experienced anything even close to the surges going through his entire body at that moment. He licked his lips, realizing that he was shaking uncontrollably, and leaned close to Derek's ear. "Then take me", he challenged. Because truthfully Derek wasn't the only one in excruciating pain, about to rupture. Foyet always put him out of his misery fast. This was a strange experience for him.
Perhaps he shouldn't have said what he had, given the permission. Because Derek didn't waste time. Spencer gave something that sounded almost like a scream when his body was shifted swiftly so that he lay on his stomach. It didn't take long before he felt Derek on him – the man's hands and lips going through absolutely every inch of him, making black spots dance in his vision. In the end the man grew impatient and started using teeth. Spencer hissed, with pleasure as much as mild ache, when the agent left a definite mark to his back.
And then, completely without a warning, Derek made the first fumbling attempt of entering his body.
Spencer wasn't sure if he wanted to yelp, gasp or smile. In the end he produced a strange, wheeze like sound. His neck arched as he fought to catch his breath. "You… You can't take me like that", he managed to pant with severe difficulty. His fingers spasmed on the bedsheets, tangling. "Pre… Prepare me first. Knock before you enter."
He could feel Derek's arched eyebrow. The man pressed harder against his body, leaning dangerously close to his neck. "Are you mocking me?"
In some other situation Spencer might've grinned. As it was all his focus went to breathing properly, to keeping his head at least remotely clear. "What… What are you going to do about it?" he pressed.
Derek bit again, this time striking on the tender skin of his neck. He emitted a all too excited yelp when the sting picked up, then vanished as Derek kissed the abused skin. And then he felt something entirely different.
A finger was inserted into him, first tentatively, then with some more confidence when the other man felt his body react eagerly. The second finger followed soon after, making him whimper out loud. Spencer's breath was stolen once more when the third came, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"If… If I'm not doing this right, tell me", Derek told him somewhat gruffly. The man's voice was husky, aroused. It was easy to tell the urges inside were barely in control.
Spencer nodded, unable to do anything else. If he'd opened his mouth he would've screamed – whatever it was Derek was doing it did feel right. So good that he truly feared he wouldn't fit into his own skin anymore if the man wouldn't release him.
And then Derek was inside him, before he realized what was happening. At first Derek clearly didn't have the slightest clue of what he was doing, but the jerks and quivers of Spencer's body led him to the right track. There was unexpected certainty in the movements of the agent's hips as the man moved, tried this new territory with the same terrified curiosity some face in a benjee jump.
Was Derek… scared of this? Because that's what it felt like. The man was terrified – but also obviously very pleased and excited to explore further now that he was getting the taste. The sounds Derek emitted, albeit small, made Spencer harden even further, to a point where he actually cried out when it hurt and pulsated.
But Derek wasn't planning on making this easy on him, it seemed. The man shifted several times, exploring the new land, kissed and sucked his skin with strange noises that sounded a lot like purring.
Just when Spencer was sure he'd pass out right there and then Derek shifted once more. The explosion that ravished them both coaxed such noises from them that in a more coherent state of mind Spencer might've been worried about what the neighbors would say. Spencer's back arched and he howled, feeling like he'd been ripped right out of his skin by such pleasure he'd never, ever experienced before. Derek came a lot more quietly but by no means soundlessly. The man growled like a tiger, the agent's fingernails leaving long red lines on Spencer's milky skin.
Once it was over Spencer gasped, his unnaturally bright eyes wide and his whole body shivering as though he'd had high fever. The heat on his skin made him feel like he'd been burned up alive. Feeling almost delirious he met Derek's eyes to find them filled with a storm of emotions from ecstasy and repulsion to sheer terror. And although his heart had almost stopped just moments ago it wasn't until then it actually skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, tasting something foreign.
It was quite clear that neither of them had any idea what they were doing. And it scared them out of their minds.
No matter how hard he tried to avoid it Spencer practically passed out soon after, his whole body shutting down. He woke up alone. And for some reason the empty side of his bed brought a stinging sensation to his eyes.
!HARDCORE SLASH ENDS!
In the police station the rest of the team was gathered around a desk, staring at the pictures scattered on it.
"So you think it's a clue?" Aaron inquired, his expression even harder than usual.
William nodded sharply. "I took me a while, but then I remembered the Reaper's previous message. Do you see those?" The man pointed towards the tiny, bloodied markings engraved to the two victims' skins. "They're Roman numerals. I combined them with letters the same way Spencer did and it turned out to be another message."
"What does it say?" David asked, his voice tight with anxiety and excitement.
William swallowed. Nausea was apparent on the man's suddenly deathly pale face and his eyes carried sheer terror. "It's an address, that of Spencer and Foyet's apartment building."
Emily's eyes widened for a moment. "The Reaper's going after one of them."
Aaron's eyes darkened still as he took his cell phone and dialed numbers for the tenth time during the past hour. They were all startled to hear a dial tone right behind them. Turning around they discovered that Derek had just entered the police station. The man looked like he hadn't slept in decades but there was also something strange in his eyes they couldn't name.
"Where have you been?" Aaron demanded. It didn't require profiling skills to detect that he wasn't pleased with his subordinate. "I've been trying to call you."
Derek blinked once, clearly confused. "I just needed some fresh air." Seeing the looks on their faces the man frowned. "What did I miss?"
Derek felt like he'd been set on fire when he heard that Spencer had been called to the police station. He knew it was irrational and stupid but it seemed he'd somehow expected that after their encounter both Spencer and the sizzling inside him would magically disappear – that he could forget and move on with his life happily, without a care in the world.
So why wasn't the burning over yet?
"Just for the record, you're going to burn a hole to that wall soon." Emily's voice managed to startle him. She was looking at him with clearly apparent curiosity. "I know that look. You've done something stupid."
Derek darted a sharp look towards her, the chaos in his head sharpening and turning towards her. "Weren't we supposed to have a deal against profiling each other?" he snarled.
Emily gave him a wry look. "It's not profiling – it's having a normal eyesight." She frowned. "What the hell is going on with you?"
Derek never gave a verbal response, but he had a dark feeling that his body did far too much talking for him. Because at that very moment Spencer walked into the station right by Foyet's side. The turmoil that rose inside Derek made him feel like he'd been about to burst.
What the hell was the matter with him? He'd always been a passionate person but he'd never faced anything like this before.
He might've lost control over himself completely if Aaron and William hadn't showed up right then. Aaron was the first one to speak out. "Thank you for coming here this fast."
It didn't take a lot to notice that Spencer was avoiding meeting Derek's eyes and focused on Aaron instead. "We understood there was something we need to know."
"There is." William stepped forward, placing a set of crime scene photographs to the desk before them. "I… noticed something, last night, when I was going through the evidence." The man pointed at the pictures, signaling towards the markings on the two dead bodies. "Do you see those? The Reaper left us signs."
Spencer frowned and focused on the pictures. And in a flash it all clicked.
Spencer emitted a tiny gasp and shuddered like he'd been shot. The man's face fell so pale that for a moment Derek was sure the brunet would pass out. "How did he find us?"
"We don't know." William swallowed, his eyes giving Foyet a passing glance before focusing on his son. "He's about to go after one of you, soon."
"We want to transfer you both to a safehouse", Aaron joined in, his expression even more grim than usual.
To everyone's surprise Foyet shook his head. "There's no need for that." Derek couldn't understand why his blood fumed when the man seemed to inch closer to Spencer. "I have another apartment, for a situation like this one. We can go hiding there."
Aaron frowned, folding his arms. "Are you sure that address is safe?"
Foyet nodded. "I'm sure. I rented it with an alias no one knows. There's no chance anyone else could have a clue."
Derek's blood boiled. He didn't like this plan, at all. Spencer, and Foyet as well, needed to go hiding, before the Reaper would manage to dig them out. This was putting both their lives in the line, and even the thought sickened him.
William's eyebrows furrowed. It was quite clear the man didn't like this plan, either. "Fine. But I'll have a police officer in civil clothes keeping an eye on the house at all times. There's no way I'm letting you two go anywhere all alone. Only the said officer, agent Hotchner and I will know the address of that place."
Foyet nodded again, his facial muscles tightening. "Alright."
Behind the desk, safe from everyone's sight, Spencer's hand reached out towards Derek's; pleading for support, pleading for a promise that everything was going to be alright.
For the tiniest of moments Derek's hand jerked, his whole body begging him to work on his instincts for just this once. But then the sound of reason took over. His fingers jerked once more as he pulled his hand further from Spencer, as far as it was possible without arousing suspicion from the other people in the room.
It was that simple gesture – the denied comfort – that changed the entire air between and around them. Because although he wasn't a profiler Spencer was, apparently, a genius and very good at reading between the lines.
Spencer's entire posture tensed up completely. Before Derek could pull in a proper breath the man's hand was pulled away, out of his reach. As subtly as possible the younger man took a step further, bringing up a wall between them.
Whatever connection Derek had felt between them before was gone.
Derek's eyes narrowed as frustration, fear, anger and guilt tore his whole being to pieces. His fingers burned with the need to reach out while he curled them, balling both fists as hard as he possibly could.
Derek's lips opened but he never got the chance to emit whatever was on his mind. For Aaron stepped forth with an expression Derek knew all too well. "Let's discuss the details in chief Reid's office." The unit chief looked towards him. "Morgan and Prentiss, go to Foyet and Spencer's apartment building and keep an eye on it. If the Reaper appears contact chief Reid's men immediately – they'll be standing by. Don't try to catch him alone."
Derek nodded, his throat suddenly too dry for any words.
Just before walking away Spencer gave him a one last passing glance. There was no mistaking the hurt and confusion in those eyes – Derek had just slashed deeper than he'd ever realized. He opened his mouth but Spencer turned his back, following the three other men as they walked away. The brunet didn't spare him a single look over his shoulder before disappearing into his father's office. And somehow the door that closed between them seemed thicker than a wall of bricks.
!MILD HARDCORE SLASH!
Spencer knew that according to all sense the stress and pressure he'd been pushed through recently should've had him exhausted. But late that evening he couldn't even close his eyes.
Whenever he closed his eyelids he saw Derek, felt the man.
He grit his teeth as tightly as he could and balled his fists, unsoothed hunger burning inside his whole body.
He knew he shouldn't have let someone under his skin like that. He didn't think he'd ever forgive fimself for that mistake. What the hell was he expecting when he gave himself the permission to fool around with a clearly straigth man?
"Did you know that you look absolutely adorable when you're thoughtful?" Foyet's voice startled him even though it came from as far as the doorway.
He glanced towards the other man, not quite understanding why he felt guilty and torn. The rules of his affair with Foyet had been clear from the start. He licked his lips, trying to sort out his tangled thoughts. "I just… I guess I'm a bit overwhelmed right now."
"I can understand that." There was a calm yet somewhat dangerous look on Foyet's face. It was like he'd been looking into the heart of a ticking time bomb. For a microsecond the older man's jaw tightened. "I just watched you getting changed. I noticed the marks on your skin."
Heat – that of humiliation and twisted delight – rose to Spencer's face. He couldn't look at Foyet in the eyes anymore, nor could he speak. What the hell was he expected to say, anyway? It wasn't like he'd broken rules.
Foyet's hand was rough as it took a hold of his jaw and the lips going through all of him were even harder. Fire burned on his skin and he whimpered, closing his eyes while his hand fumbled. In his current state of mind he didn't have the slightest clue if he wanted to push Foyet away or pull the man closer. He didn't have a clue about anything anymore.
"I smell him on you", Foyet half hissed, giving his ear a bite that wasn't strictly playful. "That's going to have to change."
The events that followed were a bizarre blur for Spencer. Foyet took him, with all his might, and he allowed the greedy man to take what he wanted. His skin was itching and burning so badly that he moaned several times, fearing for his sanity when it all got way too much for his head to handle. A couple of times he could've sworn he felt Derek and emitted pitiable whimpers when it seemed his body was torn to pieces. And not just his body, actually. It was tearing up his soul as well.
The scream he emitted in the end was that of a wild beast that was banging the bars of its cage to get out.
An hour later, in the aftermath of everything, Spencer had his eyes closed as he stood in a shower, letting almost burning hot water wash over him. His whole body was aching but he didn't mind. At least it was a good distraction.
He was so deep in that he didn't hear the steps or even sense a presence until there was a touch on his skin.
His eyes flew open and widened while breath caught into his throat. "George?" This wouldn't be their first shower together but something felt baddly off. "What's… going on?"
"Shh."
He felt something strange, a stinging sensation in the back of his neck that was soon followed by hellish searing. And then he knew nothing more.
!MILD HARDCORE SLASH ENDS!
Outside the dark yet all too familiar apartment building uncomfortable silence was hanging thickly in the vehicle Derek and Emily occupied. In the end Derek realized that he shouldn't have trusted Emily to keep quiet. "So you slept with him?" she rather stated than asked, as casually as someone might discuss the weather.
Derek nearly choked on his breath. His eyes widened as he stared at her. "What?" he sputtered before gathering himself frantically. He shook his head vehemently, his heart beating in its very limits. "No, no way! I'm…"
Just one look from Emily was enough to strike him speechless. "Do not lie to me, Morgan, unless you want me to punch you." She then frowned, examining his face. "Are you okay?"
Derek looked away, his expression darkening. His eyes strayed towards the direction of Spencer's windows. "No", he answered in the end, finally deciding to be honest.
Emily sighed. There was a moment of silence before she spoke, her tone much gentler than before. "I know that it's not a easy concept for you, considering your past. Which is why you need to be careful here. Otherwise you may end up hurting two people."
Derek emitted a bitter snort. A bit too late for that. "What if the damage is already done?"
He never got the answer because just then they both noticed something. A shadow was clearly moving in Spencer's apartment. Someone was there. And then it was gone.
"Shit…", Emily hissed.
"You take Foyet's apartment, he may go there next", Derek ordered. For the first time since the night before he was feeling like himself, like he was in at least some control. He grit his teeth. "I'll check out Spencer's, just in case."
Emily frowned. "Hotch clearly said…"
Derek cast a far out of line look towards her. "I know what I'm doing, Prentiss. You sit around here and wait for him to flee again if you want to but I'm going in now, before it's too late. We've gotta catch that son of a bitch."
Emily's eyes widened slightly. "Morgan…!"
Derek didn't hear her protest because he already emerged from the vehicle and slammed the door, then rushed towards his destination.
This would end today, once and for all. Then all could go back to how it was supposed to be.
When approaching Spencer's apartment Derek noticed immediately that the door was slightly ajar, as though inviting him. He frowned and placed a surprisingly steady hand to his gun, then took a step into the dark.
There was nothing. He couldn't see or hear anything that would've felt out of place. He was, however, almost sure that he smelled roses. The scent made his eyebrows knit together.
He should've never allowed himself such a slip of attention – it cost him immediately. He heard a strange, brief sound, like a whisper. And then it was too late.
Something hit the back of his head, hard. He knew nothing more.
TBC, no?
A/N: (shudders) Oh boy… Talking about things going downhill, no?
But hey, a huge YAY for bedroom profiling! (smirks)
PLEASE, do leave a note! Let this story feel yar love. Pwease…? (gives HUGS puppy dog eyes)
IN THE NEXT ONE: Things spin upside down as pieces begin to slide together. Reid and Morgan aren't safe from cuts and scrapes when the Reaper makes his next move. The story continues in 'The Instincts'.
Until next time, folks! I really hope I'll c ya then.
Peace out!
Mariel: (chuckles, and blushes a bit) Gosh, you've really enjoyed it THAT much thus far! Woah!
I really hope you won't like the next one any less.
Monumental thank yous for the review!
Hatsuharu M: Let's hope so! Those two are HOT together. (smirks) Yup, that was THE elevetor scene, Sandylee style! (I still have a mental snapshot of the way Spencer walked out of the elevator in the actual show. What the hell had Derek done to him?)
Hopefully this won't end up as a death fic. I've produced more than my load of those already! (winces)
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Reidland: He does seem to be, a little bit, doesn't he? (glances with suspicion) We'll see just what those two come up with.
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nicolethecrazyone: I'm really, REALLY happy to hear that you've been so pleased with what's been published thus far. (beams)
Heh, since you seem to eager to read more, here's another chapter. (winks)
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