*Chapter Fifteen: The Honeymoon From Hell Part One.

Hotch and Morgan Established Relationship.

Slash Warning. This chapter is rated: M. You have been warned!

I do not own "Criminal Minds", the show, its characters, its locations or its brand. I am just a die hard fan who loves to write stories about them.

Hotch and Morgan stumbled into their honeymoon suite, their lips locked in a kiss that had begun right outside of the door, their hands ripping off shirts, jackets, buttons on pants….the bellboy from the hotel stood watching them, inhaling deeply and swallowing thickly as his erection grew larger in his uniform pants. The two men, caramel and vanilla, were beautiful together. He swallowed as he watched the younger black man drop to his knees and pull down the pants of his partner before opening his mouth wide and swallowing down the cock of the older man.

"Oh GOD! DEREK!" Hotch groaned as his head fell back, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. He thrust his hips forward, groaning when Morgan swallowed around the head, taking him down his throat, his nose against his stomach.

"Cela est si chaud," the whispered voice broke through the haze of Hotch's desire and jerking his cock out of his husband's throat, he turned swiftly and glared at the bellboy who stood plastered against the wall, his pants around his ankles, his thick erection jutting out proudly.

"What the hell?" Morgan demanded as he stood to his feet furiously.

"Sshh," Hotch soothed his husband, "He doesn't mean any harm baby. He was just turned on by the two of us together obviously. Right?" he asked the young man as he turned back to look at him.

"Oui. Yes," the young boy rasped out as he hastily jerked up his pants, stuffing his still hard cock back into the pants as he zipped them up.

Morgan sighed, his eyes sliding closed at the look of complete mortification that crossed the young boy's face.

"It's okay. Why don't you just go ahead and take this tip and go back to work?" he suggested as he held out a 50-dollar bill.

The young boy rushed forward to accept the tip, bowed deeply, his cheeks bright red before turning to run from the room. Hotch turned to look at Morgan, his cock still hard amazingly, with a grin on his face. Both men collapsed into laughter, the sexual tension lightening a bit as they quickly divested themselves of their clothes before tumbling into the bed amidst laughter, kisses, groping, and nibbles. Their lighthearted moment becoming one fraught with passion and lust.

"God baby, could you stop with the teasing and fuck me already?" Morgan groaned out, his head thrown back, his back bowing up off the bed, his feet planted firmly as he thrust his groin upwards.

Hotch chuckled before leaning down and lightly nipping the younger man's thighs. "Do you want me baby? Is that what you're saying?"

Morgan merely growled and then whimpered when Hotch thrust two fingers deep within his puckered entrance.

"Need you," he gasped out when Hotch added another finger.

Hotch kissed his husband's groin before grabbing the lube from where it lay on the bed and slicking up his thick, red manhod that oozed pre-cum. He shivered at the feeling of his hand on his throbbing erection, before gritting his teeth and pressing deep within the younger man.

Morgan breathed out and forced his body to relax to welcome his husband's pressing member inside of him. Both men groaned in pleasure at the feeling of their connection.

"You feel so good baby. So hot. So tight. I just want to be with you like this forever," Hotch grunted as he began to slowly and deeply thrust within his partner.

Morgan's only response was a husky moan.

"What's that baby?" Hotch asked with a chuckle at his mate's inability to respond.

Morgan only grunted again before grabbing the back of his husband's head and pulling him down into a deeply passionate kiss.

"God I love you so much," Morgan whispered moments before he threw his head back and yelled Hotch's name, his come spurting up between their bodies.

Morgan's tight channel clutching and squeezing his erection was all Hotch needed before he fell over the edge into blissful surrender, his body jerking and spasming as his release rushed from him to fill his mate's ass. The amount of his release was so copious that it wasn't long before some of it trickled from Morgan's hole to soak the sheets. Hotch held still until the last shudder left his body and he fell over next to his husband, his now soft manhood slipping from the younger man's body. The two men gasped for breath, both sighing in contentment when Hotch pulled his husband into his arms, the younger man's head resting on his shoulder.

This was how he'd always wanted them to be. This was bliss to him. This was heaven. Hotch smiled, happy to finally be able to claim this man as his own. Derek Morgan, the quintessential playboy, had settled down with him. They were married, they had a house, two kids, two dogs and a pool. Nothing could go wrong now, everything was perfect.

*Author's Note: I was going to let the angst begin now, but I had one of you request that I let them have a little bit of happiness on their honeymoon before the drama and misery began and I promised that I would, which is why this is Part One of The Honeymoon From Hell. The drama and pain are coming, just not now…maybe the next installment or the one after that. Also, don't forget about the unnamed French bellboy, we'll see him again and you're going to be shocked when you find out who he has ties to. Hahaha. Anyway, Rate and Review!*