Just needed to get a few things off my chest. This didn't turn out the way I initially intended. It started as a sequel to someone else's story, but when I asked for permission I was asked not to post it as a sequel. But I was encouraged to make the story my own, and I did the best that I could. However that also means that I don't feel very confident about this first chapter, as it is not something that I wanted to write, but I do think that making this completely my own story helped to support my end.

Second thing. I edit and revise other people's writing for a living, so I know how to edit, however editing your own stuff is difficult. I always catch my mistakes after a story is published when I see it in a different format.

Third, bonus points for anyone who recognizes the un-sub's name. I don't know how it popped into my head, but the un-sub is no way related to the name.

Thanks for listening. Enjoy. Please review.

For six hours Reid and Morgan found themselves nude, chained together by one wrist and lashed to a cot by their ankles. For six hours they followed the orders of Gordon Shumway, the unsub, to fornicate. On his whim Shumway would thrust his gun under Morgan's chin and scream, "Fuck him!" Morgan tried to talk his way out of hurting his best friend, but Reid talked him into doing the act so that they could live long enough for their team to find them.

The first time Morgan penetrated Reid he interlaced the fingers of their chained hands together in a show of solidarity. Tears ran down both of their faces. Reid was experiencing physical pain that he had never thought imaginable, and Morgan was feeling emotional pain from hurting his friend and partner in such an intimate way.

The second time Shumway wanted a show things seemed to go a bit smoother.

The third time Morgan found a gun to his head he was unable to perform. Shumway unlocked the chain around his wrist and slammed the butt of the gun to Reid's temple. He demanded that Morgan blow Reid to orgasm, or it would be Reid that would receive a bullet through the skull. Once Morgan completed this task he was re-chained to Reid. Reid attempted to talk to him, but Morgan would no longer answer him or look him in the eye.

At hour six Shumway walked into the room. Without even being prompted Morgan began to robotically move his way between Reid's legs. He slowly entered Reid, but refused to look him in the eyes. Reid searched for the fingers that had been giving him strength, but Morgan was watching and refused to let Reid hold onto him the only way that he could.

Before Morgan had even achieved a steady rhythm shouts were heard throughout the room, "FBI, freeze!"

Morgan froze, while still imbedded in Reid. He heard a gunshot come from beside him. Then three gunshots answered the first, and Morgan could hear a body flop to the floor. It was Hotch who came to Reid and Morgan's side first. Morgan was still as a statue. Reid looked at Hotch and said, "Help Morgan. He's gone into shock."

Hotch began working that the ropes and chains that held him men down. Once they were no longer restrained Hotch took Morgan by the shoulders and helped him off the cot. That's when he saw the blood that covered Reid's lower extremities, and Hotch's face paled. Reid noticed this and said, "I'm fine. A little hurt, but I'm not worried. Take care of Morgan. Go with him to the hospital. He'll need someone when he comes around."

Hotch nodded and set Morgan down on the first gurney that entered the room, and he followed them to the ambulance. Along the ride to the hospital Morgan's vital signs began to stabilize and he slowly to began to respond to questions. Hotch stayed with him once they arrived at the hospital, but took a moment to notify the staff that he needed information on Reid as soon as it was available and he took another moment to notify his team that he and the two police officers that he was with had found Reid and Morgan.

Once a doctor had performed a full physical on Morgan, he was released with a clean bill of health. Both he and Hotch sauntered to the ER's waiting room to wait for news on Reid. Morgan paced the room while Hotch watched his every step. Finally Morgan asked, "How did you find us?"

"We got an ID off the hotel's security cameras. He had three properties. We wanted it to be one of us who found you, so we split up and used locals as back up."

"Is Shumway dead?"

"Yes, all three bullets that hit would have been fatal on their own. He can never hurt you or Reid again."

"HE, didn't do the hurting!"

"Derek, talk to me. Tell me what happened."

Morgan sat in the chair next to Hotch and put his head in his hands. After a long moment he quietly said, "You know. You saw."

"I know what I saw. Now tell me what happened."

"He yelled at me to fuck Reid. I didn't want to do it, but Reid pleaded with me. We did it again and again. There are large chunks of time that I don't remember. I can't believe I did that to Reid. I should have let the unsub shoot me."

"You know that wasn't an option."

"Why not? How am I supposed to live with myself?"

"Derek, are you thinking of hurting yourself?"

"I don't know, man. I don't know what I'm thinking. I don't know what I'm feeling. I think I just need a moment alone."

"Don't go far, so I find you when we hear the news about Reid."

Derek walked out of the waiting room and found a dim hallway that led to vending machines. Leaning against the wall, he slid down it into a crouching position and began to let the tears fall.