Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING but my own characters and the story line. Trust me if I owned a small percent of this show I wouldn't be saying this. Please review! This story isn't beta-ed yet. Message me if you like to be my beta but until then please ignore my minor mistakes. Also please send any good slash fanfics my way! I'm always looking for a good fanfic!

Love-TheCuteOverlord

The soft rumble of the engine soothed the nerves of agent Derek Morgan as he allowed himself these few moments of peace in the air. Soon they would land in the small town of Salt Rock, Louisiana and they would have to hit the ground running. The number of deaths hung heavily in his head and he it made him sick. Thirty-five deaths so far, five different drag shows had seven performers killed and each of them could make a grown man weak in the knees. Morgan sighed and ran a hand over his shaved head. He glanced over at Reid across from him, the kid was playing a game of chess against himself. His eyebrows furrowed and his thin fingers pressed against his chin.

At this moment Morgan couldn't help but think at how young his teammate was. Already the young genius had seen the horrors of the world, the filth of the human spirit, and the nearly fell victim to the reaper. This job was a burden, a cross each of their team had taken up and Morgan felt deep in his heart he wished Dr. Spencer Reid hadn't. He was the same age as most of the victims and with his slim frame he would be easy, even though he knew Spencer would fight tooth and nail it still didn't help his thoughts. Morgan didn't like how that thought settled in his mind, he didn't want his pseudo brother to get hurt. The one person who knew his secret, he was an alpha male for sure and always thought his protective nature for smaller males had been for a brotherly relationship. That was till he met a sweet little spinner named Adam, blued eyed and smirking, he caught Morgan's attention after a breakup.

After a week of fooling around Morgan had to look in the mirror and say the unpleasant truth. He was bisexual, he knew that the LGBTQ community was welcoming but he didn't know about everyone else in the world. More importantly he didn't know about his team. Reid had been the one to see how Morgan had folded into himself. He comforted the bigger male and their bond had taken a deeper level from teammates to brothers. Derek through his own process had come to terms with his realization and was comfortable in his own skin now.

Dante glared in the mirror, he was covered in makeup and a large curly wig was placed on his head. His red painted lips and shimmery cheekbones screamed "Beautiful!" or so Sherri said. She fawned over him and he got no ounce of sympathy from the other male in the room. Nathan sent him small smiles but Dante could see how he enjoyed the pain or annoyance the small male was in. Evil the both of them, Dante thought as he allowed for eyelashes the length of his hand be glued to his eyelid. It weighted down his lid and he shuddered when it brushed against his cheek.

He knew if he ran a finger over his cheek three inches of makeup would come off before he could see his skin. He grimaced as a chesnut curl of hair fell into his line of vision. Dante quickly moved the hair before it stuck to his mile long eyelashes. He had already gone through the horrible process of tucking. He knew he was a decent length but this was the one time once in a blue moon that he wished his penis was smaller. Not even a lot smaller, maybe even just an inch. In his opinion duct tape was places it had no business being. Never before had the feeling of penis between his buttocks been so uncomfortable since he lost his virginity back when he was a sophomore in college.

His dress mocked him from its coveted place on the wall, a skimpy pale lavender number that left little the imagination. With a dramatic neckline that plunged almost all the way to his navel he felt naked, it was held to his body with laces in the back that made him looked more like a present then a dress. A very dirty present at that too. It stopped three inches above his knee cap and showed off his tan legs. His now bare legs that had been covered in the STDS known as glitter. Each time he moved his legs sparkled and Dante didn't know how to feel about it. Dante was at least happy they had opted for him to go barefoot. Sherri wanted him to look like he had just came from a hot party and had an amazing sex with a tall dashing man. Dante just thought Sherri needed to find a new dirty romantic novel with the way she basically drooled at the idea.

"Fuck me…" Dante muttered under his breath and Sherri giggled. She patted his arm before walking behind him to look at his reflection over his shoulder.

" I don't have the parts for that love and I'm not sharing Nathan." She said as she made the wig atop his head look like unruly and untamed. Like he had just woken up from a night of wild sex and didn't care. "Besides we can find you a man no problem, with a cute ass like yours it won't be hard."

"Well I don't know babe, Dante does look pretty hot." Nathan said as he gave the pair a sexy lip curl. He ran a hand through his short dark hair before winking at Dante and biting his bottom lip. "What do you say Dante? Wanna help me explore?"

Dante didn't know what came over him but he giggled and blew Nathan a kiss. "Sure baby."

"Oooo! At least let me video tape!"

Dante turned to Sherri and looked up at her through his lashes. "Sorry love but I don't share."