Chapter Sixteen: The Honeymoon From Hell. Part Two. Morgan and Hotch Established Relationship. Slash. Criminal Minds Fan Fiction. Rated M. You Have Been WARNED! I don't own "Criminal Minds" but I wish I did!

Hotch struggled against the hands holding him back as he rushed towards the man whose arm was wrapped firmly around his husband's throat, the gunshot wound in his stomach bleeding profusely.

"Let him go you asshole! Morgan! Baby talk to me! Look at me Derek, please?" Hotch yelled at his lover as his head dropped forward. "You promised me! You promised me that you wouldn't die on me! Derek! Fight! Don't let this bitch win! Derek! PLEASE!"

*******Flashback*******

"Oh. My. Ever-loving God!" Morgan sighed as he collapsed forward in his husband's arms, resting his head on the older man's shoulder. "You can call me your wife whenever you want to as long as you keep fucking me like that!" he sighed again.

Hotch chuckled breathlessly as he struggled to come down from the orgasmic high that he was currently on after the three hour long lovemaking session he had just engaged in with his husband. "So I can call you my wife huh? My little woman?"

Morgan grunted in response and clenched the muscles in his ass around his partner's softened shaft, causing the other man to hiss. "Don't be stupid Aaron," Morgan groaned as he attempted to disentangle himself from his lover's arms. He pulled back and kissed the older man's lips before lifting up and allowing his dick to slip from his ass…as well as the copious amounts of ejaculatory fluids.

"Damn baby, you look good with my come dripping from your ass like that," Hotch murmured as his cock began to stir to life again.

Morgan looked at the growing member and grinned, "Really Aaron? 3 hours, 8 orgasms, 4 blowjobs, 2 fucks with you on top and 2 with me riding you and you're ready to go AGAIN? You are absolutely insatiable man! What the hell is wrong with you?" the younger man chuckled and ducked when his husband, his boss, threw a pillow at his head.

"Ass," Hotch grumbled as he fell backwards in exhaustion and annoyance.

"You love this ass," Morgan teased as he slapped his ass, watching as his husband watched him. Getting an idea in his head, he walked towards the settee that lay in the suite across from the bed and kneeled over it, spreading his ass cheeks for his lover's appraisal. He chuckled when he heard the low groan from across the room. Bending over further he took one finger and rubbed it around the pucker of his ass before slowly pressing it inside.

Twin sounds of moans greeted him then and he realized with a start that one of them came from him. He began fucking himself with that one finger before pressing two deep inside of him, quickly inserting three deep inside of him. He groaned deep in his chest, his cock becoming engorged.

"Oh god," he moaned as his fingers brushed across his prostate, causing his body to jerk from the pleasure.

He heard his partner growl, moments before Hotch pulled his fingers from his ass and kneeling behind him, replaced them with his tongue. Sucking his own juices from his lover's ass. It didn't take long for Morgan to begin fucking himself on Hotch's tongue, whimpers and nonsensical words falling from his throat.

"Please Aaron. Baby, please. I need…" he pleaded.

"I know what you need," Hotch responded seconds before he thrust his hardened shaft deeply within his partner's ass. Both men groaned in appreciation, those groans changing into sighs and moans of pleasure. Leaning forward Hotch wrapped one arm around the younger man's chest and pulled him back as he buried himself deeper within his shaft, he licked the crease of his husband's neck and shoulder and as he felt his orgasm overtake him, leaned over to bite gently and prevent himself from screaming. He felt his lover jerk and shake with the force of his orgasm before he yelled out his husband's name.

The two men collapsed forward, both of them gasping for breath.

"Nine orgasms," Morgan panted.

Later that Day

"You have to promise me that you will never ever stop fighting to live. Promise me that you won't die," Hotch implored of his husband.

Morgan rolled his eyes, "I don't even know why we're having this conversation Aaron. I was shot once, trying to take down an Unsub. I learned my lesson. I will be extra careful. I have two children to raise and I'm a wife to an amazing man," he smirked at Hotch's raised eyebrow, "Yes, I've accepted the role of the woman in our relationship." He sighed as he noticed the serious look come back into Hotch's eyes, "I know you're scared something like that will happen again, but it won't. And if it does," he stated quickly, raising a hand when he noticed Hotch open his mouth to speak, "I promise that I will never stop fighting to live. I promise that I won't stop trying to come back to you. And-" he leaned forward to kiss his partner whose face had softened somewhat at his words, "I promise that I won't die."

Hotch merely nodded before pulling the younger man up from his chair and sat him down in his lap. They sat outside of a café in Paris…not eating the food or drinking the wine that they'd ordered. Hotch deepened the kiss and let his hands squeeze the firm globes of his husband's ass. He heard Morgan moan and smiled.

"Derek?" he heard a woman squeal. "Derek Morgan! Is that you?"

Morgan and Hotch pulled back from their kiss and Hotch watched Morgan's reaction to the woman who had stopped next to their table.

"Lisa?" Morgan whispered in surprise, standing up from his seat to hug the woman.

"So you do remember me!" the woman laughed.

"Of course I do, you were the last woman that I was with before Aaron and I-" Morgan hesitated, unsure for the first time in his life of how to proceed.

"Yes, dear. I'd heard that you and your boss had fallen in love and were now in a relationship. Hello Agent Hotchner," Lisa grinned tightly at the older gentleman sitting in the chair.

"Pleasure to meet you Lisa-?" Hotch raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Lisa's fine," she nodded at him before dismissing him, turning her adoring gaze back to Morgan. "So Derek! What are you doing in gay Paree? Oh well….I guess we know the answer to that!" she laughed shrilly before her eyes became very hard and shrewd. "And what is that ring doing on your finger? You told me that you would never get married Derek. Don't tell me that you're gay AND married now! Say it isn't so!"

Confused if she actually wanted him to respond, Derek just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "When you know, you know….you know?" he grinned shakily.

Lisa's eyes looked him up and down as if weighing him on a moral scale and finding him lacking. "Yes, when you know, you know. Just like I knew with you. I knew you were the man for me, the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with, the man who was to be the father of my children."

"Well, Derek and I already have two children, so I guess you lost there too," Hotch growled angrily as he stood from his chair, attempting to step forward to protect his mate from the insane and lethal gleam in the woman's eyes.

Everything moved in slow motion then. Lisa pulled a gun from her purse and shot Morgan in the stomach at close range. A large man stepped in between Morgan and Hotch and began to drag the injured man away. Only frozen in shock for a moment, Hotch tried to run after his husband but was being held back by three other men, all of whom were at least twice his size.

Present Day and Time

Morgan had promised him, Hotch thought these words over and over as he replayed the entire situation over and over again in his head, to the police, to his team over the phone, to the FBI in America, and to his team again when they all showed up to lend their support.

His husband had promised not to die and Morgan always kept his promises.

*Author's Note: The next chapter will be from different POV's so prepare yourself. Hotch and Morgan will both start to have flashbacks of their time together, but don't expect a quick rescue or reunion….it's not going to happen. Rate and REVIEW!*