Warnings: sexual content, language, slash, mpreg, spoilers. Etc.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Author's Note: Had this posted already, obviously but got deleted and I decided to redo the whole story after getting the guts to re-read it. I think I can do a bit better. Anyway enjoy!


Derek Morgan had finally convinced Dr. Spencer Reid to accompany him to a new club with a bar that just opened up a few nights ago. Morgan thought it was a good idea to loosen up the younger man so he can have a taste of what real life was.

They each had ordered their drinks and were watching the dance floor swarmed with dancing bodies.

Reid had a Blue Hawaiian. He can easily distinguish what's in his drink by just tasting it. He absolutely loves it. It's light rum, coconut rum, blue curacao, and pineapple juice blended together. There is a bright yellow slice of pineapple and a cherry as a garnish. He never thought he would love rum like the fictitious character Jack Sparrow. But this drink was heaven. The alcohol balanced with the sweetness of the fruit. It almost tasted like Hawaii.

Morgan, on the other hand, ordered a Bloody Mary. The red swirling around the cold glass as he stir it. He offered Reid some and his lips were a rosy red color. His lips look absolutely delicious. Morgan was trying really hard not to stare and rape him with his eyes.

Each agent had had a few drinks already and it was time to quit while they're ahead.

"I think this is enough," Reid slurred as he gulped the last of his drink.

"What's wrong?" Morgan asked.

He knew very well what was wrong. They were both going to be in hell tomorrow for this.

"I think I'm seeing more Morgans than I should. I never knew there were five of you," Reid smiles.

He was a bit passed tipsy. Really passed tipsy.

"Alright. I think that's enough," Morgan agreed.

He stood up and held his hand out for his friend to grab on. Morgan could definitely hold his alcohol well. He drank enough to feel buzzed but enough to be able to walk and see straight.

They both made their way to his black sports car stumbling a few times. Once inside Morgan turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. They both know better than to drive while inebriated but it's the only way to get home.

"Did you know that there's a gene that can make male pregnancy possible and for a male to carry the fetus and actually give birth," Reid said.

"Really?" Morgan replied skeptically.

"Really. It only affect 3 out of 273 males and it's kind of hit and miss in different generations," he explained.

"Hm," Morgan hummed.

He didn't really know how to respond.

"Morgan...I'm one of those people," he confessed.

"You surprise me ever time pretty boy," Morgan smiles.

"It's actually the only way a male like me can have children," he adds.

"That so? So you can have sex with as many women as you want but they'll never get pregnant?"

"Exactly," Reid nodded.

"Why don't we test that gene of yours out?" Morgan suggests.

He puts the car in parking right in front of Reid's apartment complex. Reid turns to look at him a bit surprised.

"What do you say to my indecent proposal?"

Secretly Morgan can't hold back anymore. He wants Reid more than anything right now.

"Yes," Reid answers.

That's all the confirmation Morgan needs before he's kissing the younger man on the lips. The heat in the car soon rises and the windows are foggy. Morgan breaks apart first and hastily gets out of the car.

Reid is left panting for air as his heart beats fast. He's wanted to kiss Morgan for the longest and it's better than he thought. Soon his door is opened and he takes off his seat belt and hugs Morgan tight. Morgan presses a firm kiss on his lips again and they make their way to the younger's apartment.

Morgan digs in his pockets for the spare key Reid gave him when he first moved here. After they got inside Morgan made sure to lock the door. Reid's eyes were filled with lust and want. He craved the older man's touch. Morgan smirked and kissed him again. This time it was rough and demanding. He bit the already swollen bottom lip seeking for permission. Reid gladly opened his mouth and Morgan's tongue soon joined his. He wrapped his legs loosely around Morgan's waist and his arms around his neck pressing them closer.

They barely made it to the master bedroom before Morgan was discarding their clothes and pinning the younger to the bed. They didn't have any lube so he improvised and made Reid suck on his three fingers, coating them with enough saliva. Morgan kisses his way to Reid's neck and nips at the tender flesh. He bit him hard almost drawing blood out and marking him his. Reid was his.

He couldn't take much more as Reid's tongue swirled around his fingers. He pulled them out and made his way behind his thighs and to his entrance. Reid tensed when he felt something circle around his hole.

"Relax baby. I got you," Morgan smiles and pushes in without warning.

Reid groans at the intrusion as Morgan kisses him and soothes him.

"Relax," Morgan repeats.

After Reid loosens up a bit he adds the second and eventually the third. A sharp pain crawls through his spine as Morgan stretches out the muscles.

When Morgan thinks he's stretched enough he pulls the digits outs. Reid whines at the empty feeling and begs for more. Morgan gladly aligns his hard cock with his puckered hole and pushes in. He watches as he disappears in Reid and revels in the sweet moans he makes.

"You're so tight," he groans.

"Move Morgan...please," Reid moans.

Morgan thrusts in and out at a slow pace at first. He doesn't want to hurt him more than he already did. The pace picks up and he's pounding inside Reid. Reid bites his lip and scratches at Morgan's back. The feeling is amazing and indescribable.

"Harder. Faster," Reid begs almost sobbing with need.

Morgan complies and buries himself deeper into his lover. Reid screams out as he brushes against his prostate. He's seeing white and pure bliss. He can't hold much longer as his prostate gets abused dead on with each thrust made by Morgan.

He cums in white spurts on his stomach and Morgan's. Just as he cums the constricting muscles around his erection makes Morgan cum deep inside Reid. Reid can practically feel himself fill with his hot seed.

Gently and slowly Morgan pulls out and admires his amazing work. Reid is panting covered in hickeys and a sheen sweat. His legs are open and Morgan can see his seed dripping out of Reid.

Reid looks up at him tiredly with a satisfied smile. Morgan wraps his arms around him and holds him tight as they fall asleep.


The following morning Morgan wakes up first. His head throbbing in pain and he knows he has a hangover. He looks at the small body in his arms and his eyes grow wide as pieces of last night come together. He technically took advantage of his best friend. What the fuck was he going to do?

He doesn't want to ruin the relationship he has with Reid. The only thing they can do is forget about this mess and move.

He admired the young agent until his phone began to ring. He slipped out of bed and searched for the damned device. He wanted a bit more time with Reid in his arms because everything could be potentially over.

Reid stirs in bed trying to find a comfortable position but regrets it as pain spreads thought out his body. His body is sore and his hips and behind hurt. The sunlight blinds him for a moment before the hazy figure in front of him adjusts. Morgan.

When he hangs up the phone he turns to find Reid staring at him. It doesn't help that he's in his birthday suit. He hears the sharp inhale of breath and the twisted look of pain in Reid's face. He hands him two painkillers and returns with a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Morgan-"

"Reid...I think it's best if this stays in the past. It shouldn't have happened and I'm sorry it did. We should just go forget about it," he cuts him off.

"...I...I agree," Reid hesitantly agrees.

"Good. There's a case so our weekend is cut short. Hotch wants us at eight sharp. It's already sever thirty-five," Morgan adds and dresses in the clothes from the night before.

"I'm sorry Reid," he walks out the door.

Reid stares at his retreating form as silent tears drip down his cheeks.

He didn't care about the physical pain because the emotional hurt he feels is worse. He loves Morgan. Always has but now...now everything was ruined. Morgan hates him. He didn't want anything to do with him.

Despite all the pain he feels, he brings his legs to his chest and cries. He cries and cries because the best thing of his life just walked out and didn't even give him a chance to express his feelings. Didn't let him say what's on his mind. Something that's sensible for once. How is he supposed to forget the best night of his life?