Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds

A/N: Gah…I'm not very good at writing angst, but for some reason, I continue to try. I blame my sister for this chapter. I asked her 'if two men were in a relationship, what would they fight about?' The fight in this chapter was her idea.

Warning: Another M+ rated chapter. Also, it's not happy. You won't need tissues, but I recommend reading something happier afterwards to cheer up.

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"Morgan?"

Morgan ignored the small voice floating into his bedroom from his doorway, and pretended that he was still asleep. He could still feel Reid's presence, hovering timidly in the doorway, but he didn't want to deal with it right now. Reid was right to want to think about it, but it had been four days, wasn't that enough time? Of course, for two of those days, they had been chasing down the man who had raped Reid…

"Derek, I know you're awake…please don't ignore me. I'm sorry about what I said earlier…I-I'm sorry if you feel like I was, um, teasing you. I didn't mean to…" As Reid talked, Morgan could hear his soft footsteps approaching the bed. "Please, don't be mad…I'm sorry." Morgan was lying on his side, facing away from Reid, so even if he opened his eyes, he wouldn't see him. Still, he could still feel the bed dip as Reid sat next to him. "Derek…I really do…like you. I just needed to think about everything." Groaning in protest, Morgan rolled over and sat up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Reid, just forget about it man…you are stressed out, and I understand that. But it's obvious you're just going to go around in circles on this, so let's just forget that I ever told you I loved you." Reid's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. After simply staring at Morgan, dumbfounded for a couple seconds, he seemed to find his voice, but it was small, almost inaudible.

"Derek...I'm sorry. I just wasn't sure…because we work together."

"It didn't bother you before," Morgan snapped, glaring.

"I know. Please, it was just the case, it really got to me. I want to…to be with you. In a relationship…I'll try, I promise… Please…" Reid whispered the last word, leaning in towards Morgan, turning and moving his legs so they were under him. Timidly, Reid reached out, putting his hands palm down on Morgan's shoulders. He could feel Morgan watching him, almost angry, but he forced himself to ignore that, closing his eyes and leaning in to place a tender, hesitant kiss on Morgan's lips. He was surprised when Morgan immediately returned it. Reid forced himself to remain relaxed as Morgan's arms slipped around him, his hands pressing against his back, rubbing against the material of his shirt. Reid trembled and forced himself not to squirm away, focusing all of his attention on the kiss.

Reid kissed Morgan more desperately as he felt Morgan's hand slip beneath his shirt, and Reid moved his hands feverishly across Morgan's chest and shoulders. When Morgan pulled him against his body, so Reid was straddling his lap, the words wait and stop were near the front of Reid's mind, but instead of saying them aloud, he simply pressed his lips more roughly against Morgan's, keeping in any words or sounds he might've let out. Clothing was shed, and Reid bit his lips together to keep quiet as lips, hands and fingers descended on his skin, probing, touching, pushing. Awkward angles were adjusted to accommodate long limbs. After only a few minutes of the heavy sound of skin slapping against skin, and Morgan's grunts, groans, and whispered words of endearments, Morgan was pulled over the edge, deep inside of Reid. Barely remembering his name, Morgan pulled out, pulling off the condom and knotting it before tossing it into the trash by the bed and slumping onto his back next to Reid, vaguely aware that he probably shouldn't collapse on top of Reid.

After a minute or two of composing himself, Morgan rolled to his side, wrapping a hand around Reid's cock, pulling and squeezing, but even after another few minutes, Reid still wasn't even close, his lips still caught between his teeth, his body relaxed but unmoving on the bed. Feeling Morgan pause his movements, Reid pries his eyes open, and forces his over-tense jaw to loosen so he can release his abused lips from between his teeth.

"Derek…just, I'm not…shit, this isn't really working." Morgan immediately let's go of Reid, staring blankly at him. Reid let out a frustrated sigh, sitting up and pushing his hair away from his face.

"Spencer, what the…were you even here for this? God, I've seen Hotch get more enjoyment eating a sandwich than you were getting just now."

"I'm sorry…" Reid mumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest and leaning against the headboard. Shit…he really hadn't expected to have an argument tonight. He had wanted to make Morgan happy, not royally piss him off. Morgan just sat up, running his hands over his scalp, pointedly not looking at Reid, and when he spoke, his voice was just a little cold.

"I bet you are. Kid, if you're so desperate for affection you'll let someone fuck you, you're more messed up than I thought you were."

"Wh-what?! No! That's not…" Reid stared at Morgan, gaping like a fish out of water. Okay, it was almost true. He hadn't really been too excited for the sex, and he'd just been hoping it would result in Morgan holding him so he could get some sleep…but he really did like Morgan. Reid hugged his knees tighter, realizing that…god, Morgan was right, in his own way.

"Whatever, man. Just get out."

"But…Derek, please…"

"I said get out!"

Reid jumped, staring wide-eyed at Morgan, still not moving. No, no, no, no…Morgan couldn't really be kicking him out now…Reid was shocked when Morgan suddenly grabbed his arm, yanking him halfway across the bed before standing and using his free hand to point irately at the doorway.

"I said get out," Morgan hissed, pulling at Reid's arm again. Reid stared up at him beseechingly, but seeing no pity in Morgan's expression, Reid stood, his breathing becoming erratic.

"F-fine!!!" Reid screamed. He wiped his eyes on his arm, looking away as he gathered his clothes, hurriedly putting them on. "Why the fuck would I w-want to stay with you anyways?" he sobbed hysterically. Once he was fully clothed, he hurried out through the doorway, not looking back at Morgan. "Y-you'll just…you'll just hurt me some more, won't you Morgan!" Reid screamed as he stomped down the hallway, wiping his face with his sleeve. He knew Morgan could hear him, he was screaming at the top of his lungs, after all, but Morgan didn't reply. Grabbing a clean pair of clothes from his room, Reid practically ran to the bathroom, ripping his clothes off again to step into the shower, manically washing the traces of sweat and sex from his skin. After five minutes under the hot water, Reid stepped out of the shower and put on the clean clothes, his mind made up. Storming down the hallway, Reid put on his shoes and jacket once he was in the entryway, and then walked outside. He didn't care that it was nearly four o'clock in the morning, or that his hair was still wet, or that his eyes were red and puffy, or that he looked near manic with hysteria. All that mattered was getting as far away from here as possible….

"Reid? What the hell are you doing awake?" Reid's head jerked up, and his eyes widened as he saw Hotch walking towards him. A quick look confirmed that his car was parked at the curb. Panic set in, and Reid quickly turned to run down the street. However, Reid hadn't even made it half a block before Hotch caught up to him, grabbing him firmly, and holding him against his chest. Instead of fighting the touch, Reid instinctively relaxed. This was, after all, what he had wanted tonight, just someone to hold him…not touch, just hold him.

Suddenly Hotch let go, and Reid whimpered slightly, quickly turning his eyes downwards. "Reid…what is going on?" Hotch asked firmly, but Reid could hear the underlying concern in his voice. "It's…" Hotch glanced at his watch. "Nearly four in the morning…you should be in bed."

"I wanted to take a walk…" Reid muttered.

"Reid, you look upset, and you tried to run away when you saw me…" Hotch began, walking Reid back towards the house. He was speaking slowly, as if unsure of what to make of the situation. "What happened?"

"N-nothing…I just…" Reid paused. He had a feeling telling Hotch what had actually happened would most likely make things worse. "I had a nightmare…and I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to take a walk." They reached the front door of the house, and Reid opened it cautiously. Immediately, the sound of Morgan yelling floated through the doorway, causing Reid to stiffen.

"Reid!!! REID!!! Where the fuck did you go!!!" There was the sound of something crashing, and it was more than obvious that Morgan was beyond pissed off. Reid couldn't help but look over at Hotch, who was staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the empty entryway, his face pale. He closed his mouth with an audible click, his lips pressing together firmly.

"I came here to ask Morgan how you were doing. I didn't want to bother you unless he thought you were up to a visit, so I thought I'd come over when you were asleep…" Hotch said, as if talking to himself. Morgan suddenly appeared in the hallway leading to the door (thankfully dressed again), and stopped dead, staring at Hotch. Hotch broke Morgan's gaze, turning to Reid, who looked from Hotch to Morgan, gaping slightly.

"I-I forgot to tell him I was going out for a walk, that's all…really, Hotch, it's not-"

Hotch held up his hand, signaling for Reid to stop. At this point, Morgan looked mortified rather than angry, and all Reid wanted to do was bolt. "I don't want to hear excuses. I'm not stupid, I have a good idea as to what's going on here." Hotch was looking pointedly at Morgan now, his expression darkening. He was silent for a moment, but then he continued, turning to Reid. "Go get your go-bag. We'll get the rest of your stuff tomorrow." His tone left no room for argument, so, hanging his head ashamedly, Reid walked into the house, shuffling awkwardly past Morgan before going to the laundry room to pick up his go-bag. When he left the laundry room, he headed straight towards the front door, but found neither Morgan, nor Hotch. Hearing a heated argument in Morgan's room, Reid decided to stay where he was and wait for Hotch. Ten minutes later, Hotch emerged, his fists clenched at his sides, and Reid winced inwardly, but didn't say anything.

"Come on, Reid, let's go."

"But, Hotch, it's not what you think, he was just-" Reid wasn't sure why, but he was suddenly very reluctantly to leave Morgan, even after what had happened. Hotch stopped in the doorway, pinching the bridge of his nose momentarily before putting his hand down, staring out at the street.

"Reid, don't do this to yourself. Let's go."

Reid wanted to argue, still wanted to stay with Morgan, but he knew Hotch wasn't going to let him, not now. Hugging his go-bag to his chest, Reid followed Hotch out, only turning to close the door. Reid looked away when he saw Morgan staring at him from down the hallway, his lip split and bleeding. Reid paused, looking up at him once more, hoping to see forgiveness. Not seeing it, Reid reluctantly closed the door the rest of the way, turning to join Hotch, getting silently into the car.

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TBC…

A/N: Nnnn…tired again. I think I just do my best work at one in the morning while listening to My Chemical Romance and Jason Mraz…yeah, it's kinda late…We really have to stop meeting like this…sorry, I dunno what I'm talking about. Reviews for this chapter would be much appreciated, because I'm not really sure if I was right in taking the story in this direction, if you know what I mean. Don't worry, it's still Morgan/Reid, surprisingly, but there's a new twist on it now.