*** Read the next four chapters at your own risk. They contain violence, blood, consumption of blood, non-consensual sexual contact/sexual assault and death. ***

Chapter 15: Temptation

Morgan couldn't exactly recall why he was at Reid's place, but felt no reason to question it.

"Hey, can you get that?" Reid called from the bedroom.

From where he stood in front of the book shelves, Morgan turned his head toward the door and only then heard someone knocking. "Yeah," he answered back casually. When he opened the door and saw Michael, his shoulders dropped.

"You are not happy to see me, Agent Morgan."

"What makes you say that?" Nothing had changed; the tension was still there. What the hell is Michael doing here? "Don't you have somewhere else you need to be? This ain't the place for you." Morgan let him come inside anyway.

"Ah, Derek… I feel sorry for you," Michael told him. With that statement, Morgan only heard an annoying level of confidence coming from the young man. "I am here to see Spencer," Michael continued.

"Why?" Morgan wanted to know. "He and I are back together. I told you he was never gonna-"

"He's here to say goodbye," Reid stated as he reached the end of the hallway, interrupting as he moved into the room toward them.

"Oh… Now that I can get behind. That's more like it." Morgan felt funny about the words coming out of his mouth. Something felt off. About everything. He watched as Reid and Michael walked to each other and embraced… He couldn't stop his upper lip from twitching. He hated the sight of those two being so close. He sighed loudly when the two weren't separating.

Reid pulled back, but then he brought his hands to the sides of Michael's face. "I've waited so long for this," he told Michael just before he kissed him. And it wasn't just a peck. It was an opened mouthed, tilt of the head, tongue in the other guy's mouth type of kiss.

"Woah," Morgan protested, but he couldn't seem to do much more. He couldn't even blink. He just stood there and watched as Reid made out with Michael right in front of him. He slowly brought his hand to his stomach as he began to feel butterflies. Several of the longest seconds had passed before he could speak again. "Reid, what are you doin'?"

Reid ignored him, but Michael didn't. He ended the kiss and then looked Morgan the eye. "Your turn."

Morgan gulped. "What?" He looked at Reid who gave no explanation at all for any of this and then he looked at Michael. Michael's expression was sweet, almost innocent, but Morgan knew that was part of his charm, much like Reid. He knew not to believe it. But as he looked Michael in the eyes, Morgan felt that if he could have measured the young man's sexual energy, it would have been off the charts. Michael took slow and careful steps toward Morgan seemingly operating on his instincts, reading Morgan's body language as he advanced. Morgan couldn't believe how close they were to each other and yet it was the last thing on his mind to push him away. When Michael was face to face with him, they spent a moment continuing to look into each other eyes. But eventually, Michael's eyes drifted downward to behold the man in front of him. As Morgan stood there, letting Michael study him, he took a deep breath in through his nose and his body stiffened as he fought his reaction. Michael smelled good.

Michael took another measured step and it closed the space between them, loosely pressing their bodies against one another. Morgan could feel Michael's dick against the front of his hip. He gulped again, feeling himself pulled in by this younger man. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Reid approaching them and he didn't know what to do. A part of him said to back away, for his sake, Michael's and certainly Reid's. Another more curious part told him to stay put and let whatever was about to happen just happen. As they breathed against each other's lips, Morgan felt Reid take his hand. This was the exact moment Morgan's dick began to swell. He shied away just the tiniest bit when Michael's tongue brushed against his lower lip. Morgan could hear Reid's reaction; a thick and rich loss of breath that nearly distracted him enough to look Reid's direction.

Morgan's head was filling with chaos, but during that same moment, time seemed to stand still. Everything was so calm, so quiet and the only sound Morgan could now hear was his racing heart. He squeezed Reid's hand tight. And after what seemed like an eternity… finally, Michael pressed his lips to Morgan's.

Morgan flinched awake with his heart thumping hard inside his chest. He covered his eyes, letting out a pissed off growl. "What the fuck?" He rolled over and his hard on poked into his mattress, but gave way to his weight, naturally slipping between his abdomen and the bed. He growled again into his pillow, so unbelievably horny, but he denied himself any self-gratification over this. "Go back to sleep," he mumbled to himself. "Just go back to sleep. It don't mean nothin'…" he whispered. "Just a dream." But no matter what he told himself, it was very clear why Reid wanted that threesome…

He only lay there for another seven minutes before his alarm went off. You gotta be kiddin' me… He glared at the digital readout with one eye half open until he could muster up a good enough reach to snooze it.

Dressed and just about ready to go, Morgan still had the threesome on his mind. It didn't bug him as much as it had an hour and half ago… In fact, he officially decided he'd think about it. If Morgan was going to be truly honest with himself, he would admit that he was a little bit interested, but most of his interest was in pleasing Reid. He could do the deed with Michael if it meant Reid would reach some astronomical level of pleasure. But it would be a big deal for he and Reid share their bed with another. Not to mention the potential of some sort of horrible backfire. Think about it, talk about it and don't rush into it. He thought this over and over as he gathered his things, ready to leave.

Just as Morgan reached for the doorknob, he felt his phone vibrate. He sighed and glanced upward while he pulled the phone from his belt holster. He was a little annoyed that his thoughts were interrupted. His brow furrowed as he glanced at the Caller ID before answering the call. Private number. "This is Derek," he announced.

"Oh, good!" she said in relief. "I wasn't sure I heard the number correctly." There was an awkward pause and she laughed nervously. "I'm sorry; it's Maya, Michael's sister."

"Michael?" he played dumb. Even with a threesome on his mind, that name made his lips tighten into a hard line. Whether he and Reid were getting back together or not, he still sort of felt like Michael was in his way. He locked the door to his place and began the short walk to his vehicle.

"Yeah, Michael Ortega? Spencer's boyfriend?"

Morgan sighed completely exasperated at the concept that Michael could even be mistaken for Reid's boyfriend. "What can I do for you, Maya?"

"I'm really sorry to be bugging you. Michael, he was on the phone with me on his way home and he knew his battery was going to die. He always forgets his charger… Anyway, he asked if I could call you and ask for you to stop by here on your way to work?" She waited for a response and Morgan didn't say anything. "I'm not really sure what it's about specifically, but he would like to speak you? About Spencer? Or the case, or something?"

"Really?" Morgan wondered what this was all about. Maybe Michael was ready to confess that he knew more than he was letting on. "He needs to contact the bureau, Maya. I'm not workin' that case any longer."

"Um, but he said he would only speak with you. And, you know, maybe we can get to know each other a little bit?"

Oh, boy… Morgan glanced at his watch as he tucked the phone into his neck so that he could open the door of the Suburban. "Uhh…" he sighed as he thought about it. He couldn't let himself be flattered by her - not when everything was falling into place, but maybe he could help the case along.

"He'll be home any minute. If you have to wait, it won't be long. I promise."

"Alright," he agreed. "I'll be there in about twenty minutes."

"Great… Okay, see you soon."

Morgan pressed the 'end' key on the phone and stared at the screen for a moment before he started the ignition. If not for his own curiosity, then for Reid's sake; he knew he needed to look into this. It seemed anyone close to Michael was in danger.

On his way, he felt his gut start to churn. This could be a no holds barred confrontation or it could be civilized meeting of the minds. There was no way to tell. And if Michael is involved in the murders in any way, Morgan knew he'd have to be ready to call for back up. He considered calling Reid, but thought better of it. If Reid knew about this, he'd probably try to put a stop to it. More so, he knew it would piss Reid off if he and Michael got into it and had the choice not to. He held his hand over his abdomen as he drove only letting up to drink his coffee.

Once he arrived, he only saw a blue Honda Civic parked in front of the garage. He parked along the edge of the street in front of the home and stepped out of the SUV while trying to get himself to have a laugh over this. This is pipsqueak we're talking about here. No need for butterflies. I got this. He took a deep breath before he knocked on the door.

Maya answered the door and Morgan was reminded of her ridiculous beauty. She greeted him with the warmest, most friendly smile and he tried his hardest to keep his reaction in check. She was a Goddess. "Derek, how are you? Come in…" She rubbed his upper arm affectionately as he stepped inside.

"I'm doin' alright," he responded with a bit more flirt in his tone than he had intended. He took a look around the inside of the house and then back to Maya. No sign of Michael.

"I'm sorry," she started, "but you did end up beating him here. Do you want something to drink? I just made some coffee?"

He shook his head slowly knowing he still had half a large mug in the SUV. "No, thank you. I got some in the rig. I'm good." He was kind and smiled at her with his eyes. They both stood together in slightly uncomfortable silence for a minute until Morgan spoke up. "Speaking of which… may I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, of course!" Maya lit up with another smile as she took a step back so he wouldn't have to walk around her.

Morgan grinned and moved passed Maya, down the short hallway and into the bathroom. He'd noted a bedroom to his left and another room to his right at either of the hallway. He shut the door behind him and headed toward the toilet. As he did his business, he couldn't help but mumble to himself. "Reid, Reid, Reid. You have the will power of a stampede of buffalo, my friend. How could you say 'no' to that?"

He zipped up, took a bit of tissue to the rim to clean up some splash and flushed. He washed and dried his hands and then glanced at his watch. Michael better make this quick.

Morgan headed back out into the living room, but Maya wasn't there. "Maya?" He looked toward the kitchen and didn't see her. Then he walked into the kitchen to look out the windows into their back yard. She wasn't there. He turned around, half expecting her to be right behind him, but she wasn't. "Maya?" he called out a little louder. He headed back toward the front door and opened it to glance outside. He came back inside and headed toward the bedroom at left, the one he assumed was hers from the décor he could see. He quietly knocked on the opened door as he stepped into the doorway. "Maya?" She wasn't in there. He frowned and turned around, heading back. He almost pushed open the door to what he assumed was Michael's room, but stopped himself knowing who it belonged to. He let go of a heavy breath and turned around to head back into the living room.

He had walked only a few steps and stopped, turning his head slightly to the left as he heard a sound. He never saw the aluminum baseball bat coming as it struck the side of his head. Absolutely blindsided, he only felt the crushing blow and saw the whitest of light he'd ever seen flash behind his eyes.

Stunned and fighting for consciousness, he fell toward the wall, covering his head and face with his arm, desperately trying to hold himself upright as he gripped the wall with his other hand. This left his body exposed and his attacker wasted no time. She swung that metal bat into his side making Morgan cry out as one of his ribs broke. He found himself on his knees, hunkering down. His left eye felt like it was on fire as his skin began to inflame and he watched blood drip onto the carpet from his injury.

With every word that she screamed, Maya slammed the bat down onto Morgan's back. "Why - won't -you - pass - the - fuck - out?!" She kept swinging with all the strength she had. "You piece of shit! STAY DOWN!" She aimed one more blow at the back of Morgan's head and swung.

And that was all it took. Derek Morgan was out cold… maybe even dead. Maya stood there, seething with rage as she remained ready to attack. Once she realized that Morgan wasn't going to get up, she knelt down next to him, breathing hard as the energy continued to race through her limbs. She carefully rolled him over onto his back and caressed the side of his face that wasn't bleeding and swelling. "Sorry about your face, baby…" She touched her fingers to his neck to feel for his pulse and found it. He wasn't dead. Good, she thought. She slowly climbed onto him, like a predatory creature, and straddled his center. She relaxed her weight against his limp body, feeling the bulge of his penis between her legs and moaned. She rolled her hips a couple of times and shuddered in delight at the sensation. "I bet you're a fun ride," she purred as she lifted off of him. "I can't wait to fuck you later," she whispered to herself, but then her eyes fixed on his blood as it pooled onto the carpet under his head. "You're making quite a mess, big boy. Let's get you into a chair and tied up or something, huh?"

Maya stood up, took a deep breath, straightened her clothing and fixed her hair. She then stepped to the front door and locked it. Next, she went to her bedroom, and was gone for a minute, only to come back holding a three pre-cut sections of nylon rope. She tossed them to the couch as she made her way into the dining room to grab one of the chairs. She brought the chair back and placed it in the open center of the living room.

When she got back to Morgan, she wrapped her arms beneath his and lifted his weight as best as she could with her legs. "You're making me work for this, aren't you? I guess this is good practice for when I need to actually get rid of your body," she mumbled as she essentially dragged him across the floor. "No one can find you." Morgan's clotting blood smeared onto her shirt and upper arm as his head relaxed and swayed with her movement. "You're the cream of the crop, you know. And you'll be the last time I ever have to do this. I plan on enjoying my retirement, thank you very much." She glanced at the blood trail left from his shoe passing through the puddle from his head. "I'm already excited. Looks like I'm getting new carpet. Michael's a penny pincher… Don't worry; I'll convince him."

She grunted as she lifted Morgan's ass above the seat and exhaled as she placed him down. "Wooh!" She walked around him and faced him, taking a good hard look at him as she held him upright with a firm grip on his shoulder. "Stay…" she told the unconscious man. She smiled at him before retrieving the ropes from the couch. "This shouldn't hurt one bit now…" she took his arms and brought them around the back and began tying his hands together, weaving the rope around his wrists in a figure eight formation. Then she tied the knot. "That should hold…" she breathed.

Maya moved around to the front. "Now for these strong legs; I can't let you get away." She glanced up at him. He was still out. He mouth hung open as a thick mixture of blood and saliva hung from his lower lip. She took her time tying his feet to the chair and once she was done, she stood back to behold her prize. It was like waiting to open presents Christmas morning; she was that excited.

She quickly moved to the dining room and grabbed another chair to bring back with her. She sat down in front of Morgan and just watched him breathe for several quiet and calm minutes. She knew Michael wasn't expected home until the afternoon. He always took his time at the gym and that was wonderful, especially for today. Maya was happy to have time to play with her new toy before she threw it out.

"Hey…" Reid nervously began his message. "Good morning. I miss you already…" he smiled to himself as he remembered last night. "I was hoping to go over some things… since we're back together… and everything. I'd like to have dinner after work? So, if that works for you, then… consider it a date. I love you, Derek. Bye."

Reid hung up his phone and then glanced at his watch. He had one stop to make before heading into work and wasn't sure how long it would take. He decided to call Hotch and let him know he'd be in a little late.

Maya heard a buzzing coming from Morgan's waist and immediately it was his cell phone. She grabbed it and his gun. She tucked his gun under her arm and check his phone. It was Spencer who had called. She bit her lip as she let it go to voicemail. She texted Reid back a message that stated: I'm not coming in today. Can't explain right now. Talk to you later. Then she turned the phone off. She calmly got up and went into the kitchen and pulled a hammer out of the junk drawer. Then she placed the phone onto the counter next to Morgan's pistol, took considerable time to aim and then dropped the hammer down onto it and with one strike, shattering the phone into several pieces. Then she smiled and headed back to Morgan, leaving the mess on the counter.

When she sat down, she immediately noticed his breathing wasn't as deep as before. "Hey, sweetie. Are you awake?"

Morgan slowly raised his throbbing, heavy head and glared at the woman sitting directly across from him. It wasn't a nightmare… This is really happening. So many questions took their place at the front of his mind in the shortest amount of time, but the only one he let repeat over and over was how the hell he was he going to get out of this. His left eye burned and watered like a sieve even though it was swollen shut. He swore he felt like the veins in his left temple were going to burst. The bloody taste in his mouth soured his stomach. Every breath he took stung his side and back because of his broken rib. He couldn't wipe the drool hanging from his mouth, so he lapped it up and then spit toward the floor at his right side. "I'll give you one… and only one opportunity."

Maya's eyes widened and she smiled, seemingly very interested in what he was about to offer. "I can't wait to hear this…" She seemed almost aroused at his attempt to bargain with her.

"Let me go, I won't press charges and I promise to get you the help you need."

"Awe, you're such nice guy," Maya smiled at him and it looked genuine, but then she slowly got up and went into the kitchen. She came back with a very sharp looking chef's knife and she gripped onto it tightly as she calmly sat down again, crossing her legs.

Morgan swallowed nervously as the light glinted off of the blade.

Her expression became razor sharp as the evil inside showed through. "You're not going anywhere until it is time to cut you into several pieces so that I can boil the flesh from your bones. Even when I'm ready to get rid of you, you're just going to get buried in the lovely crawl space under this house; you're not going very far. You will never escape this place." She leaned forward and softly told him, "Embrace it."

Morgan couldn't feel his fingers and his head and eye injuries hurt so badly. His stomach gnawed at itself and the skin of his back hurt just to lean against. But none of that compared to how this woman made him feel. This woman didn't just scare the shit out of him… He was frightened to his very core. For the very first time, he thought that he might not make it out of this alive.

Sorry these took so long to get posted. I've done as much with them as I can for now. I do hope they keep you for a little while, as I'm still writing all the rest! Gosh, what do you think? Some of you had it figured out!