HEY LOOK! Chapter 7. Almost final :D Yey. Hope you guys enjoy. It's kind of long?

CH7

"What's your problem, Darius?" Morgan asked, taking advantage of the fact that the other two adults were speaking.

Darius had laid his and Spencer's coats over the half wall in the kitchen, turning slowly as Derek questioned him. "What are you talking about?" He sighed out, his voice saturated with irritation.

The older man let out a huff of air. "You know what I'm talking about. You've been glaring at me since you stepped into the house."

Darius leaned against the door frame, staring out of the back door which was directly across from the kitchen's oven. "Nothing, man, seriously." His eyes wandered to Spencer who was animatedly talking about something, his hands flailing as an arrogant look crossed his face. Lauren clapped her hands together and Spencer closed his eyes, the corner of his mouth pulling up.

Derek watched Darius watch Spencer and understanding popped like a balloon in his face. "You're falling for the kid," he stated.

Darius whipped to face him, a fire in those dark eyes that made Derek tilt his head. He crossed his arms as he leaned on the other side of the door frame, craning his neck to see Sanford. Even if his brother-in-law was falling for Reid, what sense would it make to beef it up with him? And again, if it was an elephant it would have stomped him to the ground. Suddenly an anger built in him, starting from the pit of his stomach and expanding to his face. He and Darius were glaring at each other, both with the strong need to hit something, preferably the man in front of them. Spencer had no right telling Darius what happened. None. If the decision was ever made that they were going to tell, it should have been done together. He had cheated on the man's sister and he was going to tell her. Sanford screamed and thanked Spencer for his present, but it didn't faze the men.

"How the fuck do you know?" Derek spat, his tongue almost catching between his teeth.

Darius laughed bitterly, crossing his legs and putting his hands in his pocket. "He didn't. It was all you, bruh. For a profiler you can't cover your tracks too well."

Derek rolled his eyes.

"I asked him and he told me the truth."

The agent gritted his teeth, his jaw tensing, his eyes squinting, his fingers turning white against his biceps from the pressure.

It was a whisper but Darius spoke, his voice low and quiet, malice apparent. "I would have told my sister but Spencer begged me not to. You're really okay with yourself?"

Derek chilled a little, his hands now coming to rest against his side. "I don't feel great about it, if that's what you mean." He sighed. "So?"

Darius' eyes seemed to lighten up. "So nothing," He threw. "I was just upset for Lauren… and Spencer."

Derek smirked, anger still hinted in his eyes, but not the center of them. "For Spencer? I understand your sister but Spencer?" He stuck his hands in his pockets. "You guys are going out now or something?"

The younger of the two seemed a little sheepish, his head facing the sliding back door again. "Yeah, but don't tell Lauren yet. We'll tell her on our own terms, when we're ready."

Morgan huffed. "So why do I have to know?"

Darius shook his head. "I lost control of myself. You inadvertently found out. It wasn't intentional." He nodded towards Derek. "You feel bad, you said? Still? Have you talked to Spencer about it?"

Derek shrugged, relaxing his shoulders, an earnest look coming over his face. "Well-"

Sanford ran towards them, practically jumping into Morgan, who scooped him up with a smile. He wrapped his arms around his uncles neck. "Thank you, uncle Derek! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Derek hugged his nephew tightly, giving him a peck on his cheek. He stared over at Reid, who was wearing a plastic face, and whispered in the young boy's ear.

The blue sweater clad child ran to Spencer, pulling him down and telling him what his uncle had said. "Thank you," he'd heard, knowing it was for him. He was honestly happy for his coworker, knowing that what he had done those two years ago was horrible beyond recognition. Every time he was around Spencer, his guilt would override him and he didn't know how to deal with it. Lauren had changed him and he was planning on staying that way. If Spencer forgave him he could put it behind him and they could literally be a happy family.

DOSR

"I know, I know!" Spencer laughed, doubled over the seat, his face in his knees, trying to catch his breath. Sanford was in the backseat of the truck, his face covered in cake. He was trying to wipe it off with a wet nap Spencer had handed him, but it only made the homemade frosting spread thinner over his face. He sighed, embarrassed, his face turning red under the light brown frosting. "Oh, Sanford, I'm sorry! I don't mean to laugh at you spitefully. It was funny, I'm sorry."

The eight year old shook his head, glaring at his father who was howling in the front seat. "Darius, seriously?" Spencer cut his eyes across the seat. Darius immediately quiet, his eyes following the road. It was dark, their headlights the only ones for at least a mile.

"Sorry for not warning you," Darius grouched, referring to slamming on the brakes, causing his cake-eating-son to slam the slice into his face.

The boy finished cleaning himself, throwing the napkin into the bag that held the dirty containers. "It's okay, daddy."

Spencer turned slightly, smiling at Sanford. "He's only jealous because you're smarter than him, Sanford. That's why he did that."

The sandy haired boy smiled discreetly and his father said nothing, throwing a smile at Spencer. "Yeah, daddy. When you beat one hundred and fifty four you can toss cake at me."

Darius looked up to the sky, a chuckle in his throat. "Okay, okay. You're right, I was jealous."

There was silent laughter in the car, and then just silence. Sanford had fallen asleep, Spencer as well, and Darius smiled as he stole looks at both of them. Spencer's hair was flowing lightly from the sunroof being rolled back just above their heads. He was leaning against the window, his hand in Darius' and his legs folded under him. Sanford was laying across the three person seat, his arms acting as his pillow, his shoes kicked off and on the floor. His son was the most important person to him. Still is. But Spencer has joined the ranks, and now the men he loved to no end were with him, and he was happy.

DOSR

One Month Later

"Morning, Spencer." Darius smiled as the brunette rolled over to face him, his arm slung over his forehead. They were now spooning, Darius having returned from dropping Sanford off at school. His body was a little cold from the light frost outside and he pulled the covers over the both of them.

"Morning, Darius," He smiled back and was surprised when lips fell over his, a strong hand cupping his jaw, a thumb rubbing against his cheek. His other hand snaked it's way around Spencer, resting on his stomach and lightly brushing it with his fingers. Darius' tongue slid into his mouth, caressing his like it was velvet. He returned the kiss, but jerked away, blushing as red as a tomato. "I… morning breath," He answered Darius' questioning look.

"Well go brush your teeth, then. Hurry up."

Spencer walked to the bathroom, his hands coming up and combing through his hair. Darius had been touchy feely all week. They hadn't gone past making out but his hands knew their way around Spencer's body now. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair and held his breath as he opened the door.

Darius was still laying in the bed, his right knee bouncing over his left idly. His arms were tucked behind his head and he was humming some mindless tune when Spencer crawled onto the bed next to him. He opened his right arm out and the brunette cuddled into his side.

"Are you going in today?" A deep voice rumbled against Spencer's ear.

He shook his head, his hair tickling his lover. "Usually if Hotch hasn't called yet, he won't be calling at all. They can handle themselves. If they need me they know where to find me."

Darius nodded, brushing a hand through Spencer's hair and kissing his forehead. "You're not in pain anymore?" The mop of hair shook.

The agent had gotten injured on his last case, a graze on his leg and a bruised rib from being kneed in the side by the unsub. Derek had saved him, of course, and Hotch had told him to take that Sunday through Tuesday off.

"None whatsoever. I promise I can't feel it at all."

"Think you'd mind spending the day with me?"

Spencer smiled at the slight hesitation in Darius' voice. "Of course not."

Darius smiled. "Breakfast?"

The brunette nodded, sitting up with Darius and hopping off the bed. He followed the darker man to the kitchen where a plate filled with waffles, sausage links, eggs and toast was waiting on the table covered in plastic wrap. The wrap was steamed, causing it to look wet from the heat. He stared at Darius, who only grabbed two cups of coffee, handing him the lightest of the two.

"Finish up then get ready. I'll take you somewhere, okay?"

It had been a little over month since Sanford's birthday and a lot of Spencer's things had migrated to Darius' room. Other than the four days he had spent in Jacksonville, he'd only been away from the occupied apartment for eight hours at most, his work hours. That night when they had come back from the party, Darius insisted on him sleeping in the same room. He was nervous at first, what with Sanford probably wondering what happened for Spencer to be sleeping in his father's room. But he had said nothing when the brunette slinked nervously out of the room that Sunday. Only a 'Good morning' and 'Can you pass me the orange juice?'.

He hopped in the shower and came out clean, grabbing comfortable but decent clothes and throwing them on. Darius smiled as he came out, lacing his Timbs before grabbing the keys and his coat. Spencer did the same, his messenger bag and coat, and they were out the door.

The mall they were at was downtown. Bustling and crazy, making Spencer nervous. They had just driven the hour it took to get there and walked in through a large department store. Darius had the pale mans hand in his and was holding it tightly, noticing the hesitation in every step Spencer took. They came to an escalator and Darius turned towards him, a look of apology on his face.

"I'm sorry, Spencer, I wasn't even thinking about you when I decided to come here."

The brunette's other hand was holding the rail of the moving set of stairs and he stared into the brown eyes watching him. "I'm fine, Darius. I promise!" He assured as the man shot him a look of incredulousness. "I'm in front of people for my job, I'm around people almost twenty four seven, Darius." He looked away, a blush coming over his face. "You're… holding my hand in public. We're getting s-stared at."

Darius slowly glanced down to his hand which was wrapped around Spencer's long and elegant fingers. He smiled at the sight and brought both hands up to his mouth. He kissed the creamy skin, a bright comparison to his, and reveled in the blush that came over his boyfriends face. "Come on," He guided them off of the escalator. "I wanted to take you here." They walked a little more, passing people on their way. A lot of them paid no mind, absorbed in their own lives or used to seeing it. Others were staring, with disgust or indifference or just a plain look that said 'How cute!'.

Darius pulled Spencer closer to him, causing the brunette to place an earlobe length patch of bangs in his face. "Look," he said, pointing subtly to the store in front of them. Carolyn and Rory's Cookware and Recipes. "Now you can cook for me with professional equipment." It was supposed to be a joke, a lead up to the new bookstore, 6 Miles of Books, at the end of the mall. But he saw Spencer's face. And it was actually happy.

The agent walked into the store, still holding Darius' hand. "Do you really want me to cook for you with these?" He didn't notice the look of surprise on his lovers face. His mind was engulfed in the thought of Darius wanting him to cook for him. Of picking out personal cookware that he could use at the apartment he now spent all his time in. Of the prospect of a permanent fixture of his being with Darius and Sanford in their home. Of what Darius could mean by allowing Spencer to have this control over his stomach, because, after all, the way to a mans heart is through his stomach.

The brunette turned around into a face of warmth. Large, soft lips landing on his forehead, hands around his torso. He cuddled into the feel and breathed in the scent of sweet smelling cologne.

"I don't care what you want. Pick it out and we'll take it home."

Spencer couldn't have asked for more. An acceptance like no other into someone else's life. This man had already allowed Spencer full access to his home, his son, him. Now Darius wanted the agent to specially cook for him in something specially picked out, that he was paying for. Spencer almost couldn't hold himself back, a feeling of pride and belonging welling up inside of him. He pulled from Darius, aware that there was a woman watching them with a questioning look on her face, and lightly pecked his lips with passion.

"Darius," He started, a smiled so stuck on his face he wasn't sure it would leave. "I want to cook for you." His eyes closed for a second then opened again. "For a long, long time, if possible."

The darker man smirked, a chuckle escaping his voice. "Would I be buying you these things if it was short term?"

Spencer giggled, shaking his head into Darius' chest. "Good point." He looked to his left and noticed the price tag on a pot. "Okay, we're going Dutch," He declared, pushing away from Darius.

"Uh, I don't think so, Spencer. I told you I'm paying for it so I am." He watched as Spencer tilted his weight to one side, his coat following. "Seriously, I want to buy it for you. Besides, it won't be leaving my kitchen. Technically they'll be mine, you'll just be the only one using them."

The brunette turned his head away quickly, hiding his blush. He nodded. "Then what is my limit?" He asked quietly.

Darius walked past him and pulled him further into the store. "Your limit is two pots, four pans, at least three recipe books, measuring spoons, a measuring cup, a cutting board, a set of knives, two spoons -wooden, I say-, a spatula, a salad bowl, a strainer, a roasting pan, a serving dish, a mug that's for your use and that should be it- Oh, a wine cooler. I get to pick which one, you can pick the color. Sound good?"

Spencer had to stop for a second, and relay the list in his mind -which literally took a second. In this store, that could amount to a crazy price. And Darius just said he'd pay for it. "Uhm, I can… downsize that-"

"No." The man declared, taking Spencer to the pans. "I want what I said so pick it out. I still have somewhere else I want to take you."

The brunette shook his head. "I- I can't-"

"You can and you will. Otherwise you won't cook for me ever again and I'd be heart broken. Think of poor little Sanford, eating fast food and microwave meals for the rest of his life! Me eating them for the rest of my life! The horror!" He exaggerated, his face straight and deadpanned, staring at a pot and picking it up to examine it.

Spencer breathed out deeply and closed his eyes. He felt guilty for spending the money but if that was what Darius wanted… really wanted… he could do it. He had said life. He said 'the rest of his life'. That was enough for Spencer to loose any conviction he had. "O-okay."

After arguing over which grill pan to buy and Spencer trying to convince Darius to go for the cheapest wine chiller to no avail, they went to the register. The price came as a surprise to Spencer since Darius would stop him from looking at the price tags of his potential possesions. A whoping $1380.12 was the total, and the darker man handed his card over as if he were buying a candy bar.

As the clerk bagged all of their items, Spencer could only stare at him with a suspicious look on his face. "You're honestly one hundred percent okay with paying for that?" His voice cracked when the man handed him the receipt, thudding the amount harder into his skull. "Where in the world- just… … and where exactly do you plan for us to take all of this?" He decided to drop the subject, knowing that it would probably be pointless.

Darius laughed as his card was handed back to him. "I'm a wonderful budget manager, but I can splurge if I want to, Spencer. It just so happens that my focus of attention was you this time."

The brunette blushed, his eyes watching another clerk placing their bags on a cart. "What's he doing?" He asked.

"We paid for everything but we're still shopping. Some stores let you put your things in the back and we can come back for it later," He explained.

Spencer nodded, sighing as he did so. "I'll grow old faster with you around."

"Don't do that, old man. I can't have you being even more years older than me." They shared a small laugh as they watched the last of their things wheel into the back. Darius took hold of his hand again and smiled and waved at the store employees as they walked out. "Next stop, Six Miles of Books, Spencer." He watched the genius keep his pace now as they walked through the crowd hand in hand.

They came out of the bookstore with a small bag of books, Spencer having mostly looked for Sanford.

"Darius?" A feminine voice asked, petite and a little confused. It was behind them, and Spencer turned with his boyfriend, not expecting what he saw.

The white woman standing in front of him was dressed in a pair of tight jeans, black high heeled boots, and a pink sweater. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high pony-tail, the make up on her face was thick, her eyes a dark blue with a hint of green. Her cheekbones were high, the structure of her face familiar to a certain eight year old he knew and loved.

"Sydney?" The tone of Darius' voice was cold, devoid of emotion. Even the raise at the end that turned a question into a question was low and malicious.

There was a man nex to her, he seemed to be holding her coat and bags. His eyes raised questioningly at the sight in front of him, directed specifically to the locked hands of the all male couple.

"Darius." Her face plastered into a friendly smile, her hands gesturing dismissively. "I was planning on telling you two I was back, just not today. Is he at school?"

The man said nothing, his hand squeezing tighter on Spencer. "He is." He turned his head towards the man. "Anthony." He greeted. The man nodded his head, his eyes seeming to blink with guilt.

"Are you planning on seeing Sanford?" He asked, and all Spencer could do was stare bewilderedly at the three in front of him.

The blonde woman nodded and opened her mouth, but Darius beat her to the punch. "Look, we're picking him up in about two hours. If you want to come over first and talk, then come with us to grab him, we can do that."

Anthony seemed to back away, knowing he had no say in what would happen. Sydney's eyes finally seemed to register Spencer and they opened, like milk saucers for a giant cat. "I- I…what is-"

"Did you want to do that, Sydney?"

Her mouth abruptly closed and she nodded.

"Good. We're leaving now so follow us. We'll be in a silver truck, waiting outside of the main entrance. Call me if you lose us." Darius turned away, leading Spencer by the hand roughly. The agent said nothing as he was brought to the cookware store. Nor did he speak when Darius and the man with the trolly carried all of their purchases to their truck. And nothing again as Darius tipped the man and started the truck, heading to the main entrace.

"If you haven't put two and two together, which I'm sure you have, she's my ex-wife." Darius let his left elbow rest against the door, his head in his hand, his right hand gripping the wheel tightly.

Spencer nodded his head as he put the bag of books in his bag. "I- I did."

Darius sighed, taking his hand off the wheel he blindly reached for Spencer's, only finding it when the paler hand slid into his slowly. "I just wanted to get out of there." He closed his eyes before staring at the rearview mirror. "Once we're inside the house, I'll introduce you to them-"

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Darius. We're still young, I'd understand," he said, referring to their relationship.

The darker man smiled over at Spencer before changing over to 'Drive'. A silver Porsche had parked behind him and he recognized the two heads bobbing in the front seats. "But I want to, Spencer."

Nothing more was said until they finally made the long treck back home. As he got out, Spencer watched Darius open both doors on his side before passing the brunette the keys. "Unlock for me and then hold the door. I'll take the cooler up first and we'll grab everything else before we get Sanford."

The Porsche pulled in across the street from them, in front of Spencer's apartment. Darius waited until Anthony came over before he started pulling the cooler out. The dark haired Spaniard offered to help while Sydney made her way over to the open door.

She stood in front of Spencer and stared him down. He wanted to push her face away but he only looked towards Darius and Anthony who were making their way to them, the truck doors shut. Spencer locked the truck and stepped away from the door. "If you could hold this while they come in, it would be a lot more beneficial. I'll go unlock the apartment. We're on the third floor."

He adjusted his messenger bag so it would be easier to take off as he made for the stairs and unlocked the door, leaving it open behind him. A few minutes later, while he was in the kitchen putting on a pot of coffee, Darius and then Anthony came through the door. Sydney followed, closing the door behind them. Spencer watched as the men set the cooler on the counter, silence the only noise in the apartment.

"When are you picking up Sandy, exactly?"

"You know he hates it when you call him that, Sydney. Maybe you should stop."

She looked at Darius who had his arms crossed and was leaning against the counter, close to Spencer. "No, I didn't know, because he doesn't talk to me."

"Would anyone like coffee?" Sydney's voice had raised and Spencer tried to disperse the tension. "Or tea? Maybe juice or water?"

"My usual, Spencer," Darius said quietly.

Anthony spoke next, his small accent now a little clearer with the larger amount of words. "I will also take a coffee, Spencer…if it's okay that I call you that." He nodded towards the man.

Sydney shook her head. "Water, please."

"Sure. Maybe the three of you could sit in the living room while I prepare the beverages." He innocently gestured towards the hall and Darius was the first to sit straight and head to the lounge.

There were no voices coming from the room as Spencer carried the tray in. He had made himself and Darius their coffee, a cup for Anthony with creamer and sugar on the side, and a cup of water with a bowl of ice on the side. He set the tray on the table, then sat next to Darius, who had gestured with his hand on the couch for him to do so.

Once everyone was cradling their drinks, Darius spoke up. "Spencer, this is Sydney and this is Anthony, my ex-wife and my ex-best friend. This is Spencer, my boyfriend."

"H- Hello." The brunette blushed and sipped from his coffee quietly, the jab at the two adults from Darius not going unnoticed.

Anthony nodded, his eyes watching Darius carefully. "Spencer," He held his hand out for greeting.

"I'm sorry, Anthony, I don't shake hands. About eighty percent of all infections are transmitted through hands."

Darius smirked, "You shook my hand. In fact, you initiated it."

Spencer turned his head and let his hair fall in his face. "It was only because you are Lauren's brother."

"So you're gay now?" Sydney asked, taking a sip of her water and crossing one leg over the other.

"Apparently," he replied, his tone just as acidic. "What does it matter to you?"

She let out a quick burst of air, a smug look on her face. "My son is living with a gay man-"

"What, are you going to take him from me? Are you even supposed to be near us right now?"

She narrowed her eyes. Of course she wasn't going to take him, she was too busy living her job. No, she wasn't supposed to be seeing Sanford but it was more of a moral thing, rather than legally. She had visitation rights, she was only able to take him on those two holidays though, summer and winter.

"Then I guess you have no say. He's perfectly capable of understanding our relationship and he's fine with it. Don't you know my boy is smart?" He emphasized the fact that Sanford was his son.

"Our, Darius. He's our son." She sat up, her bottom on the edge of the couch, her cup now on their table.

"And Anthony was my best friend before you fucked him-"

"Darius," Spencer reprimanded, his hand settling on his lovers knee. "Please calm down."

Anthony decided it was his turn to talk. "Darius, I told you that I came on to her. I wanted her so I took-"Darius rolled his eyes and stared at Sydney. "We've had this talk, you said so yourself. She's a grown woman, she can make decisions for herself. She left me for you, she left her son to me, she lives with her decisions."

Spencer flinched. It almost sounded like Darius was upset with Sydney for leaving him. Then again, he had no say in that. Of course he'd be mad. It was with his best friend, no less. Spencer swallowed whatever it was he almost felt and squeezed his boyfriends leg.

Sydney was quiet, her eyes focusing on the droplets dripping from her glass as she plopped more ice in. "Darius, I just want to see Sandy."

"Sanford." Darius corrected. "You didn't know but now you do. He hates it when you call him Sandy."

She grimaced and turned towards Darius. "He never talks to me, Darius, how am I supposed to know?"

"He doesn't speak to you because you ruined his life, Sydney. He's-"

"Darius," Spencer said, moving his hand from the knee to his arm. "Sanford needs to be picked up and I think that maybe you should do it." He leaned in. "Cool your head, Darius."

The younger man sighed, placing a hand on top of Spencer's. "Okay," he acquiesced. "I'm going to get Sanford," He said, standing up and grabbing his keys. "Spencer, come here."

The brunette smiled gently at the couple in front of him before walking calmly into the hall, meeting Darius. He could tell what the man wanted, his eyes carrying that glint that seemed to always be there throughout the last week. He leaned up the extra few inches and their lips met, gripping one another, curling and gliding over. His hands slipped onto Darius' forearms, his nails latching on. He turned his head to the right for better access then pulled away suddenly, remembering they had company. "Go get Sanford alone and calm your head. Keep everything in the back and let him sit in front today. I know you won't tell him she's here." He smiled up at Darius. "I promise I can handle anything she throws at me."

Darius smiled as he licked his lips, coming in for another peck before waving and closing the door behind him. Spencer sat in the hallway, his elbows in his hands, his left foot raised onto the ball and leg bent, his teeth coming over the right side of his bottom lip, a smile invading his features. He snapped out of it and eventually made his way back to the living room.

"Hello. I feel like we haven't exactly met properly. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm… I'm going out with Darius and I know Sanford well."

"Anthony Bonadare. I apologize for our behavio-"

Sydney scoffed. "Oooh, a doctor. Wow, guess Darius moved up, huh? Paging Dr. Reid, report to the OR, blah blah blah."

Anthony shook his head at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Oh, what?" She spat, wiggling from his grasp rudely. "I can't flip out a little?"

"I'm not that kind of doctor, Sydney. My title comes from my PH.D's." He sat on the couch across from them where he and Darius had been, against the arm this time.

"Ooh! Multiple PH.D's! How fancy! How old are you, like eighteen? What did you do for those? Suck your professors off?"

The agent knew she was being irrational, immature, asinine even, and decided to let it go…partially. "No, I'm actually twenty-nine, which makes me older than you. I used my brain, not my skills in bed. Though I'm sure if I had I would have graduated my first college by fifteen rather than sixteen. To respond to any further retorts you may throw at me: yes, I went to more than one college, yes, I am gay, yes, I look young, no, I did not force your ex-husband into any sort of relationship. I have a well paying, legal job, issued to me by the FBI. I'm a wonderful cook and I do believe that Darius and Sanford love me wholeheartedly. Is there anything else you wish to know?"

Sydney dropped her head, the look on her face more tamed and calm. "Sandy loves you. He told you that?"

Spencer nodded as he curled onto the couch. "Sanford did." He emphasized the name. "And I love him. He and his father are the best things that have happened to me."

She leaned into the back of the couch, taking Anthony's hand. "I thought Darius was for me and even though everyone thinks I became pregnant on purpose, I didn't. I do love Sanford," She made sure to say the name slowly and deliberately. "I do. I just don't know how he feels for me."

There was silence as Spencer debated with himself. He sighed as he turned his head away from them. "He does. He's just unsure as to how to talk with you. You yell at him if he doesn't speak and if he does he cries or stutters and you give him no time."

She sucked in air and shook her head. "He hates me though, I know it."

Spencer was playing with his watch, his ears listening for the front door. "He doesn't. He loves you. You must be patient with your son, try to understand him. He's a wonderful child and his brain is amazing. He's beautiful and kind, and you can't see it because you've convinced yourself that he hates you."

"I haven't convinced myself of anything! What mother would do that?! I'm perfectly capable of discerning hate and nervousness in my own son! What do you kn-"

"Mommy, stop yelling at him!" He'd heard the door, he knew that Sanford was in the apartment before she had spoken. Perhaps this was what the broken family of three needed.

"Sandy," She stood, her eyes watering.

"Mommy, S-Spencer knows me we-well. He's nice to me and h-he cooks for me and he takes ca-care of me. D-don't yell at him."

Sydney sat back down, her hands coming over her face. "Sandy, you won't talk to me."

Darius sighed loudly, his voice about to boom out for the third time that day about the nickname, but he caught Spencer's eyes, which were boring a hole into him. The brunette stood then lead Sanford to the room, his eyes telling Darius not to follow.

"I'll bring your mother in here and you can talk to her, face to face. I know it's hard," He assured, a hand on Sanford's neck. "But this is the best way, okay, love? Tell her everything that's been on your mind, everything you want to know. Everything, Sanford."

The eight yeard old nodded, pulling Spencer into a hug. "If I call for you will you come?"

The agent smiled though Sanford couldn't see it and kissed his cheek. "Of course. You know that."

When he made it to the living room, Sydney was crying on Anthony's shoulder. He called her name and waited for her to look at him. "Your son is in his room, waiting for you. But you have to be patient. You have to work with him and not get angry with him, do you understand?"

She glared at the doctor and they stared each other down until she finally nodded, her face sobering up.

"This is your last chance, Sydney." She sent him a puzzled and annoyed look. "I mean it, not as a threat, but as a warning. If you can't or will not get in proper understanding with your son, you will have no other chance. He will close himself off to you and you'll never speak again, or at least not for a good few years. Do you see what I mean?"

She sighed as she wiped her tears. "Where is his room?" Spencer pointed her the way.

Darius and Spencer were on one side of the couch, huddled on the insitance of the younger man. Anthony was on the other side, watching the movie on the screen. Darius had his arms wrapped around Spencer, back to chest, his knees keeping the brunette trapped between his thighs. His face was buried in the right side of his neck as he watched the movie and Spencer read his book. The position had been embarrassing for the agent at first, his cheeks heated, but after thirty minutes in that spot, he had grown used to it. It had been a little more than two hours since mother and son went to talk, and none of the men had gotten up to check. When Anthony became worried after the first hour, Spencer sent him a glare that the angry, bitter Derek Morgan would have been proud of.

Soft patters came from the hallway and Spencer immediately set his book down as he extricated himself from Darius' hold. He stood, sitting on the arm of the couch, and wrapping Sanford in his arms as he turned the corner. "Hey, genius." He greeted, planting a kiss in the head of curls.

"Hi, Spencer," His voice was soft but serene, and he returned the grip with one just as hard.

Darius ruffled his hair from the other side of the couch and Spencer let him go so he could go to his father. They hugged tightly, and Sydney came from the hallways, a wad of used tissues in her hand. She stood in the frame, watching her son and ex-husband.

"Darius?" She asked, her voice soft, like an older Sanford if he wouldn't go through puberty.

"Yeah, Sydney?" His answer was muffled from Sanford's hair.

"I know what I did was wrong and I apologize. I was-"

"It's fine. It was stupid of me to drag it up. We've both moved on to better things and we're happier this way. Sanford deserves us getting along and we'll do just that." He looked from mother to son, who was now sitting on the edge of the coffee table. "Is everything out and taken care of?"

Sanford smiled as looked at his mother with a small sparkle in his eyes. "Uh huh," he nodded.

Spencer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and Anthony relaxed, standing and walking to hold his lover. They tucked into each other and kissed sweetly. Spencer watched as Darius kissed his sons forehead and rubbed his arms gently.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, little man?"

Sanford looked at his mother before nodding his head. "Mommy wanted to know if I can spend the night with her… and I want to."

Darius' lips formed a straight, unreadable line. He seemed to freeze until Spencer placed a long fingered hand on his shoulder. He sighed, untensing. "You… can go with her."

Sanford stood, a bright smile on his face. "I actually don't want to leave. I was hoping she could stay here…" His voice trailed off as Darius' face returned to its earlier expression and Spencer rolled his eyes, doing something he wouldn't normally do as a result.

"She can stay here, Sanford. Your father and I will go to my place so you guys can relax and talk and do whatever you feel the need to do. No late night, though, because you have school tomorrow. How does that sound?"

The eight year old smirked. "I'm okay with that but daddy doesn't look happy."

Spencer laughed quietly and placed a hand on Sanford's face, his thumb brushing against his cheekbone. "I'll fix that." He turned to Darius. "Come, lets pack you a bag." He grabbed the younger man's hand and pulled him up, walking past Sydney with a satisfied smile on his face. "We'll be out of your hair in five minutes tops."

"You're so in charge, babe," Darius teased as he pulled an overnight bag from the top of his closet.

"Babe? Are you infantilizing me?"

Darius laughed, grabbing a pair of underware and a couple of shirts. "'Course not, Spencer. You call Sanford 'love' and I thought it'd be awkward if I called you that, too."

The brunette paused as he retrieved his lovers toothbrush from the bathroom. "I… I call him 'love'?"

Darius turned, expecting to see a joking face on Spencer but it wasn't. It was thoughtful and contemplating. "I… didn't notice."

The darker man smirked and made his way to Spencer, a pair of underware in his hands. "How sweet, Spencer. Your love for him has grown so immensely you didn't even notice." He placed a kiss on his pale forhead, covered with his honey waves. "Is it the same for me?"

Spencer blushed and leaned into Darius, nodding his head slightly.

Darius' skin darkened with a slight blush. "Lets, uh… head to your place."

The two bid farewell to Sanford and Spencer made sure he knew that he could call them whenever. They walked across the street, Spencer pulling out his key and carefully slipping it into his door. Once inside, Darius set his things down and backed Spencer into the corner of the hallway. "You know, I love you, Spencer. I know I'm new to this but I really do love you."

The brunette smiled slightly, his voice cracking as he spoke. "I know. I-I love you too, Darius."

"And… I'm ready to take us further. If- if you are."

Spencer's breath hitched as he stared into Darius' eyes. They were literally two inches from each other and though he was uncomfortable, his stomach was jumping with anticipation. He nodded his head deliberately so Darius would know his answer.

Darius smiled, coming away from Spencer and leading him to his bedroom, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I mean now, Spencer, you okay with that?"

"Uh huh," Spencer agreed.

Once they hit the bedroom, all hell broke loose. Darius threw his bag at the foot of the bed, wrapping his left arm around Spencer's waist, pulling him by the arm with his right. Their lips collided roughly, Spencer gasping as he linked his fingers behind Darius' head. His hands were needy, curious and constantly moving.

The younger man pushed Spencer into the bed, the back of his knees hitting the rail and bluckling so they both fell onto the mattress. Their lips were devouring one another, saliva spilling from the corner of Spencer's mouth as he moaned into the hot cave engulfing him. Darius scooted them further up the bed with ease, Spencer fitting perfectly in the cradle his arms created on the small of his back, pale fingers raking down his neck and thumbs playing with his dark earlobes.

Darius set the brunette down, his lips trailing down a bony collar bone as his hands worked with the button up obstructing his tongues path. Spencer groaned as Darius' pointer finger brushed against his nipple, causing it to perk just a little. The bud was too tempting to let go and Darius slid it between his teeth before licking it gently. He finished unbuttoning the top and yanked it down, Spencer arching his back to allow it to be stripped from him completely. Their lips met again, slower this time and Spencer worked on hiking Darius' shirt up and over his head.

"Uh," Darius started, his eyes searching Spencer's as the shirt flew through the air. "I'm nervous," He admitted.

Spencer grinned, a small smile occupying his lips. Darius narrowed his eyes and pursed his mouth as the agent came in for a peck. "It's okay. This is going to sound cheesy but just followe what your body wants. It'll come naturally and when we're ready, it'll happen."

Darius nodded, his eyes clouding over again almost instantly. He came down to Reid's chest, licking a line from his clavicle to his belly button, causing Spencer to moan and minutely arch into the touch.

"Your skin is so pale, babe, like porcelain. So. Fuckin'. Soft." He iterated each word with a deep, open mouthed kiss to Spencer's stomach and the brunette knitted his fingers in the bed sheets. Darius moved lower, his hands shakily unzipping Spencer's fly and undoing his button, before gently pulling his pants down over his hips.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, his breath coming in slowly. His hair was flailing all over his face, sticking to him from the thin sheet of sweat on his body. He kept his arms bent, his hands tightening on either side of him in the sheet. His mouth was open slightly with the effort of his slow pants, his eyes barely open from the lust.

"Yeah, babe." The smile in his voice was tangible as his hands slid Spencer's boxer briefs down and completely off. "You're so beautiful, Spencer, you know that?"

The brunette blushed, moving his hands over his face as Darius slid his hand to the growing member. His legs flinched as he was gripped by strong, dark hands and he hissed as he was tugged over and over. He shook his head and bit his lip, jumping up and pushing Darius off of him.

"S-sorr-" Darius' lips were captured and he was suddenly lying on his back, Spencer straddling over his stomach. He sat up, white legs scooting down Darius, pulling his jeans lower until they hit his ankles. He did the same with his boxers and grinned when his hand brushed against the growing member and Darius groaned.

"It's okay, Darius, I just want to be on to-" His sentence was cut off. He had lowered his body so that his mouth was over Darius jr., and his eyes grew wide, cutting his vocal abilities as he stared at the sight in front of him. Darius wasn't particularly lengthy… lies. He was the same if not bigger than Morgan. And his girth, by George, was he thick. Spencer's eyes watered as he saw what was going inside of him… but so did his mouth. He opened wide, his hands bracing on Darius' hips. He brought his tongue as far out as he could as he engulfed the rod as far as it would go. He bypassed his gag reflex and bobbed up and down, Darius' moans causing him to grow harder. His thumbs were making circular motions over Darius' thighs, his fingers gripping tightly to the muscle above his lovers hip to hold himself in place. He hummed, the vibrations making the man hiss and thrust upwards into Spencer's mouth.

Darius flinched, his muscles tightening, as Spencer's speed increased. The brunettes eyes watered when he reached as far as he could go. The darker man pulled himself away, a thin line of pre-cum following the rod as it exited. Spencer discreetly stretched his jaw, as he crawled back up to Darius' stomach, resting his head on his folded arms over Darius' built chest, relishing the feeling of the mans hard member resting on his stomach.

He smiled lazily as Darius caught his breath and tried to calm himself down. "Holy hell, Spencer."

"Oxymoron, Darius."

Darius smirked and brought Spencer higher to kiss him, their mouths opening over each other, messily again, their members rubbing against each other. "You taste like me."

"I was just savoring you, so I'd expect so."

Darius laughed as he caressed Spencer's side, causing a stiffening shiver. "Is that what you call it? You didn't even make me cum."

"You wouldn't let me," Spencer labored through his teeth, Darius kneading against his ribs sensually. "Darius?" He could tell the man was avoiding his bruised rib but he meant it when he said he didn't feel any pain anymore.

"Yeah, Spencer?" Darius played his tongue along his lovers neck, his kneading turning into groping. Spencer likes his ribs played with, he stored for later, if the now red and hot skin under his hands were any indication.

"Think you could fuck me now?"

The use of cursing caused Darius' cock to jump, a low growl to form in his throat, and his body to go into auto pilot, scooping Spencer off of and then below him. His tongue slithered along Spencer's neck, down to the buds resting on his chest. Darius watched as they went from pink to red when his tongue would swirl them in his mouth. His hips started thrusting against Spencer's, their cocks squishing against one another, a rush of air coming from Spencer's mouth, a little squeal coming with it. Darius tugged his overnight bag onto the bed, reaching blindly inside of it as he looked for the lube and condoms. The magnums were a tight fit, a little snug but, still a fit. He placed a glob of lubrican on two of his fingers, Spencer smirking at the nervous look on his face.

"Darius, I feel absolutely amazing right now. Calm down and do what you feel is right."

The darker man nodded, his fingers smoothing the lube between them experimentally. He gulped as he reached down lower, his hands brushing Spencer's sac, whimpers an indication that he enjoyed it. Darius took note of that as his finger slid to the resistant ring of muscle, sliding past it as Spencer relxed. After a few minutes of Spencer's mewls, he turned his other finger in, reaching a point that made Spencer's back jump off the bed.

"Ano- another, Darius," Spencer begged.

The man squeezed a little more lube onto his fingers and Spencer's hole. His fingers slid in easier now, Spencer's resistance lessening with each thrust. He twisted slightly and hit the bundle of nerves, a low cry of satisfaction gleaming out of the agents mouth.

"O-okay," He panted, his hands linked above his forehead. "I want you in me."

Darius' breath hitched and he nodded, adjusting his legs and Spencer's waist so that they were perfectly aligned. He pushed in slowly, meeting more resistance and a pained groan from Spencer. The brunette shook his head vehemently, sitting up on his elbows.

"You're too big," Spencer revealed, his heart thudding as he pulled away.

Darius' eyes opened wide, panic setting in. "I'm sorry, Spencer. I…uh-"

"Ssshh," Spencer told him, turning over so he was on his knees and hands. "It'll be easier and more comfortable for us this way. No more talking, Darius."

The darker mans mouth salivated at the sight he faced and his panic ebbed away. Spencer's ass was right in front of him, his thighs tense with his own weight, his head craning over his shoulder to watch Darius. He discarded his pants from his ankles, then leaned over the pale back, his mouth lingering on his ribs, nibbling and suckling, biting even, when Spencer mewled against the touch. He sat back up, aligning himself up directly to the object of his want. He went in slowly, Spencer moaning as his back arched, his body opening more. Darius took that as a sign and slid further in, and further still until his head was all the way in. He held himself in place, waiting for Spencer to adjust to him.

As the brunette pushed back against him, he knew he was good to move, his hips rocking slightly as he inched his way in. Spencer's eyes were closed, his mouth wide open, his arms gripping the pillow under his head. He curled his toes as Darius went further, until finally, almost all of him was inside the genius. He pulled back, Spencer's voice peaking as he did so -a loud, high pitched noise- and it only made Darius hotter.

The darker man yanked back and Spencer let go of the pillow and uncurled his toes. "Ahh, shi- nnng," his eyes opening with the rough pull-out. Darius grew more confident as his ministrations gained encouragement. He went in and out, again and again, and Spencer only grew louder and more incoherent. He was mumbling, his head the only thing remotely supporting his upper body, his arms under his chest, gripped in fists.

Darius groaned as Spencer tightened around him, not cumming but squeezing from the pleasure. He changed his thrusts into circular motions, the satisfied whine coming from Spencer's throat an indication that he'd made the right decision. He pulled out completely and flipped Spencer over with little effort, thrusting back into him, easier now since he had been stretched.

Darius leaned forward, his head resting on Spencer's chest, grasping and licking. His hips rolled forward, sharp thrusts that made them both jerk with the effort. He was holding Spencer's thighs up so he had easy access, on his knees and the balls of his feet. He could feel his sac tightening and bit his lip to stop the gutteral growl raging to get out of his throat.

Darius dropped one of Spencer's thighs, turning him over on his side and curling him into himself. He gripped the pale length and tugged on it tightly, keeping in time with his thrusts. Spencer's voice was softer, not by choice but by force, tired from the moaning and screeching he had done. His right hand had four of his fingers in his mouth, saliva running down and onto the pillow. As the brunette lost any hold he had on his body, a thick rope of cum smeared over Darius' hand. Darius let go then, two more hard thrusts that pushed the top of Spencer's mop of hair into the head board and he came into the condom.

He almost fell on his lover but thought better of it, pulling out and rolling over to Spencer's side. The brunette was panting, one arm by his mouth, the other tucked into his stomach. His eyes were slitted, his body curled into the fetal position. When Darius came next to him he smiled at the man, satiated and tired.

"I'm hoping," he paused to catch his breath, his voice coarse. "That you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Darius chuckled as he plucked a tissue from the nightstand and pulled the condom off, knotting it and setting it in the trash can next to Spencer's bed. "I might have enjoyed it more, babe."

"We should… probably get bathed."

Darius nodded, pulling Spencer into his arms, kissing his neck and bringing the covers over them. "Probably. This isn't healthy. At all. But…" He wrapped his arms around Spencer's shoulders and the older male snuggled into his chest, their legs tangled.

"But what?" He asked, taking in the scent of Darius-after-sex like a dog on a hot trail.

"But I kind of want to bask in the afterglow."

Spencer giggled, tracing lines on Darius' hairless chest. "I agree." He pecked Darius lightly on his collar bone. "I love you so much." He blushed, not sure if this was the right place to say what he was saying next, especially with his hoarse, after-sex voice. "I love you both. I'm so happy I met you two."

Darius squeezed Spencer, his chin resting on the honey waves, his eyes closed and his mouth turning up in a smile. "I love you so much, Spencer. And you know Sanford loves you, too."

Spencer nodded, tranquility taking over him. He was loving and loved. And he was happy, so so happy.

YEAH! I hope you guys liked it! Please review and tell me what you guys thought. Shinji tried his hand at a sex scene and I edited it/added to it so he's anxious to get opinions!