Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: I'm definitely going to hell for writing this…Please review, tell me what you think, give suggestions, ect.

WARNING, WARNING, WARNING: ANGST SLASH ANGST SLASH THIS CHAPTER IS DEFINITELY RATED M.

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Reid mumbled sleepily as he was lifted into the air from the chair he had been slouching in. He let out a groan of protest as he felt himself being carried down the hallway. "Doooooonn't…" He felt, rather than heard Morgan let out a slow sigh.

"I'm not going to let you sleep in the kitchen chair." Reid squirmed slightly, pushing at Morgan's chest with his hands in an attempt to make Morgan let him down. Morgan let out another sigh, and before Reid could comprehend the fact that he was falling, he landed heavily on the floor, letting out a yelp of surprise. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and then glared at Morgan groggily as he sat up. Morgan simply folded his arms across his chest, and raised his eyebrows. Reid was annoyed to find Morgan's gaze wasn't in the least bit guilty.

"Why'd you do that?" Reid whined, giving Morgan his best set of sad puppy-dog eyes. Morgan shook his head, and lifted Reid once more, carrying him into the guest room, which currently belonged to Reid. He gently set him on the bed. Reid mumbled under his breath, staring down at the comforter.

"Stop whining, kid. Here, get in bed, and try to get some sleep." Reid crawled under the bed covers hesitantly, glaring at Morgan the entire time. "Don't glare at me, Reid. I tried being nice, and all I got was an attitude." Reid curled up, and was almost instantly asleep. Morgan rubbed his hand over his face, staring down at Reid while he slept for a moment, before going to his own room and going to sleep.

Sunday morning came, and they went about their schedules as usual, except that neither of them spoke to one another. However, by late-afternoon the tension had eased enough that Morgan dared to talk to Reid.

"Hey kid, want to go grab a drink?"

Reid glanced down at the cup of coffee in his hand (it was his day off from work, did he really need caffeine at five pm?). He stared blankly at the coffee in his hand, before looking up at Morgan. "I already have something to drink." Morgan rolled his eyes.

"You know what I meant. Let's get out, you know, grab a beer or something."

"Fine. But let's go somewhere with something other than just beer. I hate going to sports bars."

Morgan nodded in agreement, and they called a cab, figuring they would be needing a cab home anyway. Walking into the mostly empty bar, they went up to the counter, Morgan ordering a beer, Reid a glass of wine.

"You're really drinking wine at a bar?" Morgan asked as they walked to a table. Reid shrugged slightly, sitting down.

"It's better than beer," Reid argued, taking a small sip. Morgan couldn't help but roll his eyes. A young man approached them, his shoulders hunched, but a small smile on his face.

"Sorry, are you Dr. Reid?" Reid turned to face the young man.

"Yeah…" The young man's smile grew, and his shoulder's relaxed slightly.

"My names Jeremy, I went to one of your lectures awhile back. You're a real genius." Reid smiled slightly, looking down at his knees, and tucking his hair behind his ear nervously.

"Ummm…yeah, I guess so." Morgan laughed slightly, slapping Reid on the shoulder.

"You 'guess so'?" Morgan chuckled. Reid blushed, still staring at the floor. Morgan glanced at Jeremy before clapping Reid on the shoulder. "I'll be at the bar if you need me, kid." Leaving no room for argument, Morgan stood and walked off to the bar. Jeremy smiled at him as he walked away, and took his seat across from Reid. Morgan walked to the bar, and sat at a stool facing the two of them, so he could keep an eye on Reid. Though slightly jealous of the attention Jeremy was getting, Morgan couldn't help but smile as he watched Reid explaining something to Jeremy excitedly, using his hands to articulate what he was saying.

A man, who could pass for a body-builder, sat next to Morgan, beer in hand. Morgan ignored him, still watching Reid, till the man tapped him on the shoulder. Morgan turned, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" he asked. The man tilted his head towards Reid, smiling slightly.

"I see you got your eyes on that kid." Morgan didn't answer, but a frown edged its way onto his face. The man's smile grew into a devious grin. "Don't bother buying him a drink, or anything. Just give the kid fifty bucks and he'll spread those pretty legs for you." Morgan felt his stomach clench unpleasantly, and he was too shocked to speak or move. The man continued, leaning back in his seat. "You don't even need to take him somewhere private, he's so damn quiet. Doesn't even matter how hard you-" Morgan had finally gained control of his limbs, and used this regained control to grab the large man by the collar of his shirt. Morgan shoved him against the wall, his knuckles white as he gripped the shirt fabric.

It was as if the bar had faded away, the music and background noise suddenly ceasing. All Morgan could hear was the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears, and the man's harsh breathing. "You stay the hell away from him, you hear me?" Morgan didn't wait for a response, he simply let go, shoving the man against the wall once more. The bar seemed to swim back into existence, sound returning to normal. He downed his drink, and then stomped over to where Reid was explaining astrophysics to Jeremy. Not bothering to explain, he simply grabbed Reid by the arm, dragging him out of his seat and out of the bar. Reid tried to pull himself from Morgan's grip, but couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. Once outside, Morgan let go of his arm, signaling for a cab. Reid stared at him incredulously.

"Morgan, what the hell?!" Morgan didn't answer, anger still boiling inside of him, and he wasn't even sure why he was mad at Reid, but he was. Once a cab pulled up, Morgan got in, pulling Reid with him. Reid, unsure of what was going on, sat down, biting his lip nervously. The cab driver looked at them through his rearview mirror as they buckled up.

"Everything okay?" the driver asked. Reid glanced nervously at Morgan before nodding and giving the driver the address. Although clearly concerned, the driver took them to Morgan's. Once arriving at the house, Morgan got out of the cab, and stormed inside. Reid paid the driver, his hands trembling as he passed him the bills.

"You sure everything's okay, kid?" the driver asked. Reid simply nodded, and turned, walking nervously into the house.

"Morgan?" Reid called out cautiously. He walked into the living room, and found Morgan staring at the window, anger radiating off of him. "Morgan…what the hell is going on?" Before he knew exactly what was happening, Morgan had turned and grabbed him by the shoulders, shoving him against the wall.

"You little whore…" Morgan hissed, his fingers tightening around Reid's shoulders.

"Wh-what? Morgan…"

"I met one of your 'clients'. He told me what a great time you gave him."

Reid felt his face heat up, and for a long time, all he could do was stare blankly at Morgan. All he could feel coming from the older man was anger and hate. He was sure he was going to have small, round bruises where Morgan's fingertips were digging into his shoulders.

"Morgan…I don't know what you want me to say…I-you already knew what I…what I did."

"You are a whore." Morgan wasn't sure where he had gotten the sudden urge to hurt Reid, but it was there, burning him up. And the stricken, pained look that crossed Reid's face only helped to fuel the flames. "That man was disgusting Reid, and you let him touch you. You let him fuck you." Morgan's voice was cracking, his whole body shaking.

"I told you, I was a hooker." Reid didn't know why, but the sound of his own, timid, terrified voice frightened him more than anything right now. Since when did he need to be afraid of Morgan? Morgan suddenly turned him around, using one hand to hold Reid's arms behind his back.

"So what? You would just turn a trick for anyone?" Morgan wasn't quite yelling, but Reid couldn't help but flinch at his words. His body went stiff when he felt a Morgan's free hand moving down his body, along the curve of his spine.

"Morgan, please stop, please, I'm sorry…d-don't…"

"You did it for them, why not me?" Reid closed his eyes tight, pressing his cheek against the cold wall, trying to slow his thoughts so he could make sense of the situation. This wasn't Morgan, Morgan wouldn't do this to him…a shudder ran through him as Morgan's hand made its way lower, squeezing slightly. Suddenly both hands were gone. Reid turned around, vaguely aware that he was trembling. Morgan was glaring at him, his eyes dark and angry. Reid felt his fear dissipate, replaced by a cold emptiness. He'd trusted Morgan. Morgan had been his closest friend. Morgan didn't have much time to think before Reid grabbed him, pushing him against the wall so their places were switched. Morgan's anger suddenly vanished, turning into guilt, but Reid was already on his knees, undoing Morgan's zipper.

"Reid, wait-" Suddenly Reid's mouth was around him, and coherent sentences abandoned him. He grabbed Reid's hair, with the sole intent of pulling him off, but then a talented tongue was working him, and all he could do was let his hand ride on top of Reid's bobbing head, getting closer, and closer to his climax. Morgan felt the tension in his body slowly increasing, and couldn't stop the low moans from escaping his lips. Reid's pace increased, and Morgan suddenly fell upon his orgasm, letting out a long groan. He felt Reid swallow, and then pull away. Morgan was still hazy from his orgasm, but already felt his guilt returning with a vengeance. Panting, he forced his eyes open, and looked down at Reid, who was still kneeling in front of him, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Reid stood, and looked Morgan straight in the eye, seemingly unashamed of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Was that good enough for you? Or do I need to get down on all fours so you can fuck me?" Reid's voice was oddly steady, turning Morgan's blood into ice water, forcing him to look down, unable to maintain eye contact.

"Reid, I'm so sor-"

"Just answer my question."

"I'm so sorry…."

Reid stood for a moment, but then turned around, heading down the hallway. Morgan stood stock still, his back to the wall. He couldn't quite wrap his brain around what had just happened. It seemed simple enough, on an intellectual level; he'd hurt Reid, and ended up receiving a mind-blowing, guilt-inducing blowjob for his trouble. But he couldn't bring himself to believe it had happened. Zipping up his pants, he walked down the hall, slowly, taking his time. He knew he had to do something, say something. But he had no idea what to say. Standing outside Reid's room, he took a deep breath, and then opened the door. The door creaked in protest, and underneath the sound of the door, Morgan could hear Reid's breathing; slow, shuddering breaths. He walked in, catching sight of Reid: a large lump curled up on the bed, under the blankets. When Morgan sat down on the bed, he gently laid his hand on Reid's shoulder. Reid jolted, his entire body tensing. Before Morgan could try to think of what he could say to amend the situation, Reid spoke.

"You must have a short recovery time." Morgan forced himself not to squeeze down on the thin shoulder beneath his fingers in response to the bitter tone Reid used.

"Reid…I'm really sorry this happened…I had no right to say what I said."

"It's not what you said, it's what you did." Reid's voice cracked, and his body shook violently. Morgan waited until the tremors had subsided to speak.

"I know…I was wrong…I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay…."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You just wanted what everyone else was getting, right?"

"Damn it, Reid!!! I'm trying to apologize, don't you get that?!" Reid's body began to tremble again, chocked sobs forcing their way from his throat.

"Please…please go away, Morgan…"

Morgan felt himself forced to comply to the soft, whispered request. He stood slowly, hesitant to leave Reid, still determined to apologize, to somehow make things right, even though he couldn't think of a single thing to say or do that could amend the situation. He stood and left, knowing full well that they would have to go to work tomorrow, but not knowing what to expect in terms of their ability to work with one another.

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A/N: Uh…yeah, I'm definitely going to hell for this horribleness. Please review, tell me which circle of hell you expect me to go to, ect.