A/N: Anyone ready for an *ahem* extremely kinky chapter? Cos that's what I'm giving you! This chapter was pretty much Diamond Cobra's brain child- I asked her for kink and this is what she gave me! How she thought of this I do not know, but it's pretty awesome I've gotta admit. :P
I'm thinking there's only two, maybe three chapters left in this fic before I move on to the next one, which is going to be a one shot. And I've already got a sequel to that one in the works too! But we've still got to finish this one first- I'm thinking the team may find out soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

When Morgan woke up in the morning, Reid was still sound asleep, curled into Morgan's chest. Locks of his long, slightly curly brown hair had fallen in front of his face, and Morgan brushed it away gently. Reid eyes fluttered, and he began mumbling softly under his breath.

"Ssh, kid, go back to sleep," Morgan whispered, stroking Reid's hair.

"What… time is it?" Reid murmured.

"It's still early, Spencer," Morgan replied. "Go back to sleep. We don't have work until Monday, and you completely exhausted yourself last night."

"Okay… Love you…" said Reid, his words slurring together. After a moment, his breathing became slow and even again, and Morgan could that he had fallen back asleep.

Morgan resumed his slow and gentle stroking of Reid's hair, smiling at the relaxed and content look on the genius's face. He was so adorable; Morgan had no idea how that was possible.

As Morgan held Reid, he heard noises from his stomach. That wasn't so surprising, though- neither he nor Reid had eaten dinner the night before. He carefully removed his arms from around Reid, careful not to wake him again, and climbed out of bed. He pulled on a pair of boxers and began walking towards the kitchen, fully intending to prepare breakfast for himself and Reid, but stopped when he saw Reid's tie lying on the floor beside the bed. An idea crossed Morgan's mind, as he looked at it. At first he dismissed it as ludicrous, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.

Morgan tiptoed over to his wardrobe, his entire body tingling with anticipation. He'd always liked doing this sort of thing- doing it with Reid would be even sweeter, even more enjoyable. Looking quietly through a box locked up in the bottom of the wardrobe, Morgan finally found it. When he'd first started seeing Reid, this had never even crossed his mind. But just looking at that tie lying on the floor…

The outfit inside the box hadn't changed- not that Morgan had expected it to, of course. He'd bought it a while ago, but an opportunity to use it had never come up. Most guys wouldn't be able to pull it off, but Reid… he just might.

Checking to make sure Reid was still asleep, Morgan crept over to the younger man's go bag and began rifling through it, pulling out Reid's clothes. If he didn't have anything else to change into, he'd have no choice but to wear the outfit. After stashing the clothes somewhere Reid would never look for them and setting the outfit where Reid would find it when he woke up, Morgan headed out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He had a huge grin on his face; they were going to have some real fun with this.

When Reid woke up a little while later, the first thing he noticed was the cold, empty space in the bed beside him. Morgan was no longer there. At first he thought Morgan had abandoned him, but he quickly berated himself; Morgan had promised that he'd never leave, and he was still lying in Morgan's bed. Why would Morgan have deserted him in his own house? He shook his head to clear it of such ridiculous notions, blaming his lack of sleep for his paranoia.

"Derek?" Reid called uncertainly. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen, Spencer!" Morgan called back. "Why don't you get dressed, okay?"

Reid shouted back his assent and rolled over in the bed, reaching over the side for his go bag. After a moment of looking through it, thought, he stopped.

His clothes weren't there.

Reid began to panic; surely he had remembered to actually pack his clothes? No, he'd definitely packed them- he distinctly recollected the moment. It had to be something else.

Reid sat up, meaning to go ask Morgan where his clothes were, but then he saw the pile on the end of the bed. He reached for them, but stopped almost instantly. Surely Morgan didn't mean for him to wear this? Surely not!

But he did. He definitely did. Who else could have taken Reid's clothes, and left this? For crying out loud! Morgan had to be out of his mind.

The man in question was in the kitchen, having just finished dishing up their breakfast. Reid had to have found the outfit by now. And sure enough…

"Derek! Where did you put my clothes?" Reid's voice called from the bedroom.

Morgan smirked and called back to Reid. "They're on the end of the bed!"

"I said, 'where are my clothes?' last I checked I wasn't a girl, so these aren't mine!" the irate call came back.

"But I could have sworn they were yours. Everything else is, um, in the wash. I'll make it up to you later, okay?" A lecherous grin offset the innocent tone to Morgan's voice.

"You have got to be kidding me." Reid mumbled, looking down at the offending piece of cloth. "How does this thing even work anyway?"

Reid shuffled slowly into the kitchen a few moments later, arms clamped tightly to his sides- trying, in vain, to keep some modesty.

"Where did you even get this outfit Derek? And why is there no underwear?"

"Come on, you know underwear would ruin that outfit-" Morgan started, an amused smirk on his face.

"Ruin it! This outfit doesn't need ruining, it's hideous!" Reid burst out suddenly, hurt and anger evident on his face. "And I am not a woman!"

Morgan watched as the genius ran off into the bedroom, feeling slightly sick. "Damn, I went too far," he mumbled to himself.

The agent started to head to the bedroom himself, then stopped and looked back at the counter. Grabbing the breakfast he had prepared, he hoped it would calm the other man down a little.

When Morgan entered the bedroom, Reid was huddled under the blankets of the bed. Morgan instantly felt guilty; he had never seen the other man look so pitiful. Placing the breakfast on the chest of drawers, he made his way over and sat on the bed, looking down at the blankets.

"Oh pretty boy, I'm sorry. It was meant to be a bit of fun." The older man gently stroked the blanket covering Reid's shoulder. "I was hoping we could get less vanilla, and experiment a little."

He felt a shift beneath the blankets, and Reid's head emerged, tearstains trailing down his cheeks, and Morgan's guilt increased. Reaching out he softly swept a tear from the man's cheek with his thumb, the small gesture making Reid relax minutely.

"D-Derek?" Reid asked, a hitch in his voice from the crying he had done.

"Yeah, pretty boy?"

"What do you mean by vanilla?" No matter how annoyed and upset he was, not knowing what someone else meant was hugely frustrating to the genius.

Morgan chuckled, a deep melodious sound that had Reid shifting a little more in the blankets, until he was curled around the older man, with his head in Morgan's lap.

"Vanilla sex life, love," Morgan replied. Reid shifted nervously- he may not be a virgin anymore, but he wasn't exactly a master at the art of lovemaking. The mere mention of it was still enough to make him awkward and uncomfortable.

"Vanilla sex life?" The call of new information was still strong, and Reid had to know.

"Standard, normal, nothing spicy." Seeing Reid was about to protest, or apologise, Morgan held up his hand to silence him. "I'm not saying the missionary is bad, I'm not saying the sex I had with you was bad- it was the best I've ever had if I'm honest." Reid fidgeted some more, awkwardness clearly visible from his shape. "But, no matter how good it is, that always gets boring. I always enjoyed this sort of thing. I thought you would too. I'm sorry for assuming that." The older man said, his hand still massaging the genius's shoulder, a look of deep apology on his face.

"I'm sorry too," Reid said, feeling bad now he knew the full story. "I thought you were doing this because I'm a man." At Morgan's confused look he continued. "You're Derek Morgan, lady's man extraordinaire. You had a different woman every day of the week. When I saw that you had given me woman's clothes I thought for sure you were trying to turn me into a woman, or at least pretend I was a woman. That way you could p-pretend that you weren't dating a man." His breath started to hitch again, as tears threatened once more to spill over.

"Why would you think- I would never-" Morgan stuttered, a hurt look crossing his face.

Sitting up, still with the blanket wrapped around him, Reid looked Morgan in the eyes. "I'm not very good at this Derek. I don't know anything about relationships, or s-sex. I'm just learning as I go, and honestly, most things aren't logical. Like the way I get jealous when you talk to a woman. Or the way I want to be with you all the time. But I do know one thing Derek: you have never once dated a man." Morgan looked ready to protest, until he realised that Reid was, in fact, right.

"You were a ladies' man, and you still flirt with any and all females you come across," Reid continued. "But you never flirt with other men. Honestly, Derek, to everyone else you look straight as an arrow. I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry I accused you of not wanting me, I can see now that I was wrong. But I'm new at this, can't I make some mistakes?"

"Pretty boy," Morgan started. "You said it yourself. I'm as new at this as you are. Sure I dated women, but men are different, you're different. I made a mistake, as did you, can we forget about it?"

Reid looked at him, and just smirked. "Ok. Now, I'm still sore from last night, so no sex, but I think we can have some fun anyway."

Morgan looked at the genius in shock; never had he been so bold before. His eyes, already wide with surprise, got even wider as Reid slipped down the blankets. "You're still wearing it?" he gasped.

"Yeah, I-I- there were no other clothes and you were- it was-" Reid stammered, all previous confidence lost.

Morgan looked at the younger man, admiring the way the outfit- that of a maid- hugged the man's lean figure. The ruffled straps had slipped down, and were now in line with the bodice. The bodice itself hugged the man's figure well, although slightly baggy at the chest due to his lack of boobs. The skirt flared out, reaching just past the crotch and, unfortunately for Morgan, covering everything. However, he was sure that if the other man turned around quickly, or bent over, all would be on display.

"You make a wonderful maid, pretty boy," Morgan purred. "It's a shame you didn't wear the socks or headdress though, they would have looked so good on you." Morgan's chuckle was lecherous, his smile even more so- he was really enjoying the view presented to him.

Reid squirmed uncomfortably at the scrutiny, not particularly enjoying being so exposed. "So w-what do we do now?"

"Now we eat, my little maid," Morgan replied.

Reid looked up in confusion, understanding dawning as he saw Morgan pick up the breakfast from the cabinet. Then confusion sprung once more as the older man, after placing the food on the bed, started removing his clothes.

Reid watched in fascination as Morgan removed his pants, still not believing the size he was presented with. The older man then reached for the strawberries and cream he had brought in with him.

"How lucky, pancakes with strawberries and cream, it's just like I was planning this," Morgan said with a teasing tone in his voice and a devilish smirk on his face. "Now it's time for your breakfast. Are you hungry, pretty boy?"

Reid looked at the other man in shock as he pulled down his pants and carefully spread cream on his member, gasping at the pleasure the cold substance invoked in him.

"Come and have a taste," Morgan chuckled. "You'll like it, I promise."

The young genius moved off the bed and knelt down, his hips and ass rising in a way that looked truly delicious from Morgan's viewpoint. Grasping the base of the other man's length gently, Reid looked up in worry.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he admitted. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Just imagine what would feel good on yourself little maid, and service me," Morgan replied. His pupils dilated at the image Reid presented, looking nervous yet oh so sexy in his outfit. He hoped he wouldn't release too early and embarrass himself; he was meant to be the experienced one, but damn the kid was just too tempting.

"O-ok, I'll try." Reid looked up at the older man once more, as if seeking encouragement, which he received when Morgan nodded positively.

Reid closed his eyes, steeling himself for the task. Using all the information he knew on the subject- which granted wasn't very much- he tried to formulate the best way to do this and the way that would give the older man the most pleasure.

"Don't think too much kid, just do it," Morgan grinned.

Nodding, Reid began. Leaning in he swept a single long lick from base to head, flicking his tongue, by accident, along the slit. The older man's neck arched in pleasure as the other man continued to lap at the cream like a kitten. Once the cream was gone, Morgan was slightly unsteady on his feet, and his member was fully erect and aching.

Spooning up some more cream, Morgan moved to add it to his member, 'accidentally' getting some on Reid's face and causing him to let out a squawk of protest. Once the new layer of cream had been formed around the entire area, the older man gestured for Reid to start.

Reid looked at the newly creamed length and took a deep breath in preparation. Then leaning in, he carefully encased the end in his mouth, gently swirling his tongue round it, suckling and trying to remove the cream. Once satisfied it was cream free from there, he leant in further, attempting to take as much as possible into his mouth. Morgan moaned aloud at the feelings this created; the cream created a slickness on his skin, making Reid's mouth glide across the sensitive skin in a way he had never felt before.

Reid took the moans as encouragement, and becoming more eager, lent forwards again, his hips lifting further to create a more comfortable angle and so his knees weren't so uncomfortable against the floor. He had become too eager though, as he felt his gag reflex come into play and rapidly pulled back.

"Sorry," he apologised to the older man, looking up through his eyelashes, apology clear in his eyes.

Morgan, impatient for more of the incredible feelings being created by the hot mouth surrounding his length, just waved off the man's concerns and gestured, once more, for him to continue.

Reid happily complied; his confidence had risen with every moan the other man gave. He once more took the length into his mouth, suckling at the residual cream, and swirling his tongue in a way he was sure would feel good.

Despite Morgan's instructions, Reid had calculated and established a list in his mind of everything that he could think of to increase pleasure, and a further list of things that he was sure would just decrease it. Granted, the list was purely hypothetical- he had neither proof nor personal experiment of this type to prove his hypothesis. It seemed Derek Morgan would be the first test. At a later date he would conduct a second and then third test, to help him add in any new information, and to help him eliminate any results that weren't consistent. He would also have to analyse other people's styles; he would have to persuade Morgan to return the favour sometime. Although maybe without the outfit- he wasn't sure the larger man could pull off women's clothing. Reid wasn't sure he himself could, really, but if Morgan liked it he was happy to comply with the man's wishes.

Chuckling slightly around the man's penis, he continued, his thoughts still occupied with not only the hot picture the man standing above him made, but also observations of what methods he was most susceptible too and which reactions were the best.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was how the older man's knees would nearly buckle at his chuckle, and how the wall, which Morgan had previously been using for balance, was now being used as his only method of staying upright.

"The-" Morgan panted. "Vibrations, so good…"

Vibrations. Reid hadn't considered that a factor. When he next swirled his tongue (in the way he had found Morgan most sensitive too so far) he also hummed a small sound, varying the pitch so the vibration also varied. At this Morgan shuddered, and with a gasping breath warned Reid of his imminent release. Reid rapidly considered his options and, not wanting to get stickiness in his hair or on his face, decided to attempt to swallow the viscous substance.

The taste was salty Reid acknowledged, and not all that palatable if he was honest, but he swallowed it down anyway. Sucking gently on the man's length, coaxing the last of it out and allowing the agent to ride out his orgasm for as long as possible, Reid's lips twitched upwards. He had done well; he must have if Morgan's reactions were anything to go by.

Morgan's vision slowly came back into focus and he grinned at the younger man. "I knew I'd chosen a good maid," he laughed. "Come pretty boy, I'll sort that out for you," he added, gesturing down to Reid's crotch where the skirt, already flouncy, was being pushed up further by the hardness of his cock.

Reid looked at the older man, then at the clock. "I think we've had enough excitement for 8 in the morning. We should sleep for a while longer."

"What're you talking about, pretty boy? Yeah we need sleep, but I'm not leaving you with that," Morgan protested, gesturing downwards.

"I'll just go sort it out in the bathroom, and come join you after. I need to get changed anyway." Reid smiled lightly. "You're totally making it up to me next time, though."

Morgan snorted with the last line, and had no doubt he would be. Shaking his head at Reid's antics, Morgan helped himself to a strawberry from the long forgotten plate, placing the rest on the chest of drawers once more, and headed back to the bed.

Reid walked back into the room 15 minutes later, his problem solved. He opened the wardrobe and stashed the outfit in the back. He had hung it neatly though. He didn't want to ruin it-and if he was honest, he didn't hate it nearly as much as he should have.

Seeing Morgan, already with his eyes closed and his breathing even, Reid slipped under the covers and took the position of the little spoon, curling up with Morgan's larger body surrounding his back, and gently moved the other man's arms to cover him. Morgan smirked from his half asleep state and turned the other man over, tightening his arms and hugging the genius to his body. Reid stiffened at the sudden movement, but quickly relaxed into it and snuggled into the Morgan's chest, inhaling his scent, musk with an overtone of two days of sex. They would definitely need a shower later.

A/N: Well there you are, guys! What did you think? Was it as awesome as I thought it was? (Hey, I'm allowed to say that! I didn't write most of it!)

Note from Diamond Cobra: "I wrote most of this chapter =D. Are you proud of me? Do I have a twisted mind as others (cough*Eternal*cough) seem to believe? =3" (Yes. Yes she does.)

And as I said above, guys, I'm think the rest of the team is going to find out soon! Do you reckon any of them have already figured it out? And how do you reckon they'll react? Send me a review and let me know what you think! Seriously, I love it when you guys review! It makes me feel awesome and I read every single one of them! Please? :P