Okay, um wow. I went to sleep, woke up, and found like… 5 or 6 reviews waiting for me. I'm supper happy! Thank you so much! I know I spelled wyfebeeter wrong. I did it on purpose since I was told it's bad to say! Maybe one more chapter…At least that is what I'm aiming for. No more than 2 though! … Also, it's not like me but I switched POV in here. Now then… ROCK ON! \m/(-.-)\m/

"Are you really moving?" Prentiss asked. She twirled around in her chair to place a file on the desk and turned back around to face the group.

"Yeah. It's not far. Only a block away from where I'm living now." Derek was leaning against his desk, eating an apple to its core.

"If it's so close why are moving at all, Chocolate?" Garcia questioned. She was tapping her foot on the floor with her arms folded, her dyed dark brown hair pinned into a perfectly, messy bun.

Morgan sighed. "The rent is fifty bucks cheaper… And the place is a little bigger. Yeah, it does need some cleaning up but I'm happy with it."

"You're awfully quiet, Reid. Something on your mind?" Prentiss asked. She wheeled a little closer to the dark eyed man and put her hand on his shoulder. "What's up?"

Shaking his head just a tiny bit, Reid smiled. "Nothing. I was just thinking that we should help Morgan move." His face was a little more pale than usual, a little more bony, the bags under his eyes just a little darker. The team said nothing.

"Good idea. We should all take a break from whatever this Saturday and help Morgan move." Hotch said. He came up from the break room with a cup of coffee in his hand. He passed them all with only those words and walked back to his office.

"…I guess that's it then." Garcia said. She smiled and stood up from the file cabinet she was leaning on.

"Really, you guys don't have to come. I can manage it on my own." He took his last bite of the apple and threw it into the trash bin.

"Now, now, Agent Morgan. Hotch said to help so that is what we'll do. No arguing, those are the orders." JJ smiled, rubbing her belly with a circular motion.

Shaking his head and looping his thumbs in his belt loops, Morgan smiled back at the group, faltering a little as his gaze fell on the youngest of them all. He turned around to face his desk and sat down, starting on work again.

The rest of the team dispersed. Reid made his way to the break room and sat down at the table for a while. His thoughts jumbled into one big bowl. His mind would be in his left hemisphere, analytical and structured. Then to his right, instinctual and spontaneous. No, that can not happen again, it won't happen again… He felt so good. The heat of his body and the feel of his fingers all over me, his lips…

Before he knew it, a whole hour had passed by and someone else was in the room with him. "What have you been doing in here all this time?" Morgan asked. He was pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Reid blushed crimson and looked down at the table. "Th-thinking," he replied.

"Hmm." Derek leaned against the counter. "You're making it obvious. Stop blushing around me all the time and get you fucking act together. At this rate they'll know something happened between us." He sipped from his coffee. "Go back to your old self, go home, get some sleep. Those bags under your eyes are almost as dark as me. The further you deteriorate the more they suspect something."

The already sullen man sunk even further into his hole as the acid-bearing fang stuck deeper into his heart. He put on a fake smile, walked to his desk, collected his belongings and went home.

His bed was warm and cozy. There was no reason for him to feel shitty about what happened. That was the kids fault. If he was going to be like this, Derek would have never done what he did. He wished he could take it all back, make it all disappear. And with that, the bald man slept peacefully without a chip on his consciousness.

The sun light hit my face with a soft glow. My eyelids turned into a light shade of pink and I knew that I had to wake up. The alarm hadn't gone off yet but I still woke up and headed to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee drowned in sugar and creamer. The whole team was going to Morgan's house today to help him move. Wonderful. I have so much on my mind already, I really do not need the unnecessary pressure of this man that I desire on my shoulders as well. I slept last night, something I have not done in almost a week. I believe it was because he told me to. Even my body is nothing but a slave to him, as my heart is.

I slipped out of my pajamas and put on a long sleeved sweater and loose jeans that were about a size too big. I put on my black belt and brown shoes to purposefully not match. My socks were, as they always are, mixed and my watch sat on top of my sleeve. My alarm finally went off and I turned it off. I sat on my bed for a good thirty minutes at least before leaving my small apartment. Though it was cold outside I didn't bring a jacket. I did not feel it necessary, considering I was going to be inside all day. I wasn't moving anything, I was only cleaning. The subway is usually hot anyway, and from there to Morgan's house is only a five minute walk.

When I got there no one else had come yet. I wasn't counting on this. I had thought that maybe Hotch would have been here already. I didn't want to sit in the cold with only my sweater on, so I had no choice but to finish my journey. I used the stairs instead of the elevator to waste a bit of time. I walked half of my normal speed and climbed them at a painfully sluggish rate. My mind couldn't follow example and raced at about a billion miles per hour. Finally I made it to his floor. SOMEONE had to be there. It had taken me almost forty-five minutes to make it up the six flights. I knocked on his door and waited for an answer.

"Coming!" Morgan called. He opened the door.

The sight before my eyes was amazing. Godly. Awesome. Breathtaking. Astounding. Flabbergasting. Must I go on? He had his regular black jeans on that hugged his body ever so perfectly. He was topless, almost. His wyfebeeter was slowly sliding over his head.

After his shirt was fully on and he got a good look at me, his facial expression hinted at disgust. "Come in, sit down, don't move."

I nodded and went straight to his couch. I had only been here once before but I do remember how his apartment was laid out. The hallway was literally right next to my right side, and as he passed to go back to his room I could smell his cologne. It lingered in my nostrils and I swear I got a little excited.

JJ's face came through my thick haze as she lowered down in front of me. "Hey there fellow cleaner. Ready to get started?" She asked. Apparently the whole team was here and I didn't notice it until just now.

They all looked different. JJ was in casual maternity clothes. A yellow puffy shirt and jean shorts with the elastic band. Prentiss had on jogging clothes. Spandex shorts and a yoga shirt. I could tell Garcia was moving items today, believe it or not, because she had on capris with minimum make-up and only one hair accessory. Different indeed. I had seen Hotch in shorts before after seeing him walking to the pool late at night, so that wasn't quite as shocking as it would have been.

I was packing the dishware when they all started leaving. Prentiss came into the kitchen and let me know what was going on. "Hey, Reid. We're going to get lunch, are you coming?"

Lunch with Derek? Even if the group was all there it would still be awkward. "No thank you. I had a big breakfast."

"Okay. Whatever you say." She started to walk out. "Oh, wait." she said, pointing to the sofa. "Can you clean it out? We need to move that next since his bedroom is done. Please and thank you!" She smiled and was out of the door.

I finished wrapping the glass I was on and stuck it in the box. The couch was definitely an old one. He's probably had it a few years and who knows what has happened on it. I started to pull the cases off the pillows and the cushions, only to find something I really didn't want to see. I walked into his kitchen and grabbed what I felt was required in this situation.

I turned around into dark chocolate dreamy eyes. He glared at me and what was in my hand that was visible to him. "What are you doing?" he questioned.

I hesitated. "I'm taking these to the…laundry…basket…" In my left hand was a pair of hot pink, thin panties. I guess you would actually call them a thong though. In my right hand I had scissors and a lighter. I gulped. He definitely knew what I was planning.

"Listen, those are Laura's. I have to give them back so just put them with my clothes." He walked past me and fixed a glass of water for himself.

He never remembers names. One girl for every weekend and he never remembers their names. The small amount of jealousy that had come into me grew to the oceans size. I dropped the panties and scissors and lighter on the floor and walked to him until he was backed in the corner. "Why didn't you go to lunch with the others?"

Morgan gulped down some water and slammed the glass on the counter. "I wasn't hungry. What do you want, kid?"

"Don't call me kid anymore!" I yelled. I didn't mean to, it just came out.

He smirked. "Then what do I call you? Faggot?" I froze as that word went through my head. Wow… he really said that. Sweet and kind Derek Morgan called me a faggot. Tears welled in the corner of my eyes.

I threw my hands onto his chest and banged on him with all I could. He stopped me and held my arms to my side. "Sure, get angry. I don't care."

I closed my eyes and threw myself onto him. My lips touched his and an explosion of warmth went through my body. He let me in and I slithered my tongue as far and all around as I could. The taste of his saliva and the feel of his tongue almost left me breathless. I slid my hands under his wyfebeeter and pulled it up to feel more of him. I lifted my sweater so that it was bunched up under my chin and held his body tight against mine. His chocolate skin melted right through me and I fell to the floor.

There was a bulge in his pants, almost unnoticeable. I unzipped and undid the button. Pulling his penis out of his boxers made me feel really hot. I took my sweater off completely and wondered why he wasn't stopping me. Then I noticed how still he was. He didn't move at all, his eyes were watching me with malice and hatred. I slowly licked a line from his balls to his head and tongued the slit. He flinched a bit, making me feel better, even if just by a speck. I wrapped my mouth around the whole length and moved my head back and forth. I couldn't fit all of him inside of me, but he reached my uvula, causing me to gag. It was pushed past and the feeling of barfing disappeared.

I pulled on his nuts and smoothed them against his perinea area while I yanked my head all the way back. He slid out of me slowly, a trail of milky white following. It was bitter, almost like dark chocolate. Ironic, in this situation at least.

Morgan huffed a little longer then caught his breath. "Satisfied now? I thought you could handle just one night, Reid."

His words glided through my brain like boiling water and left a path of burns. I shook my head. "I…" The words wouldn't come out though I was thinking about them all day. "That was a lie I pulled out of my pocket… Wait," I said as he started to walk away. His back was facing me now and I grabbed my shirt to begin putting it on. "I just want to go all the way. Just once. And it'll all be over. I promise," My voice wavered at the end but I did mean it.

He smiled and redid his pants. "Prove it to me," he said.

I didn't know what to do to prove it. "I swear…on my mother." I didn't exactly regret it. Those were the words that came out of my mouth. This dirty mouth that enjoyed the feeling of another mans cock and cum in it. This mouth that got me into this situation in the first place. This mouth that I am thankful for at the moment.

Please review! Thank you to those who did! I'd single you out but I'm pretty fair lol. Pretty tired though...works been ROUGH...hmmm, Have fun waiting for the next chapter :) hehe

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