Fic: Fanfiction, Chapter 2 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Sean / Cain)
Title: Fanfiction, Chapter 2
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Sean Hotchner / Cain Christensen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Chapter 1
“This is unbelievable…” Reid tossed a few pages across the table. They flew over the edge and scattered on the floor. “How can anyone read this all the way through?”
“Did you?” Morgan looked up from the story he had been reading.
“Yeah, but only because it took just twelve seconds more than stopping where I wanted to stop.”
“That excuse wouldn’t work on anyone else.”
“It’s not an excuse, these are… an invasion of privacy.”
“It’s not that bad. How can she invade privacy if no one knows it is you?”
“So you don’t mind reading how she describes your “withering muscles clenching as I break the seal of your virginal entrance for the very first time, like a gardener gently opening the tender petals of a rare hybrid rose, caressing it with his fingertips till it reaches it’s full bloom”. That description doesn’t even make sense! She obviously doesn’t know anything about horticulture.”
“Was it in this one?” Morgan picked up the discarded papers from the floor. “I’ll save that for later.”
“You’re actually enjoying them?”
“Sure, it’s just for fun.” He pulled a kitchen chair next to him and patted it invitingly. “Come on, baby. You always say we don’t do anything cultural together.”
“I’ve said that once, and that was when I wanted to see that exhibition of modern impressionists in that new art gallery.”
“Well, this is almost the same thing. Just give it a chance.”
“I already gave them one.” Reid gestured at the sheet of paper Morgan had salvaged from the floor, but sat down next to him with a heavy sigh. “What is it called?”
“Men are from Venus, Genius’s are from Sirius.”
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Derek had been suspicious for a while, but lately Spencer had become even more secretive about his activities, giving poor excuses on the phone, blushing when he tried the same face to face, and the poor genius didn’t even realize that lying was not one of his many talents.
When Derek came home sooner than he was supposed to, all pieces fell into place. He pressed his ear against the bedroom door and listened. Spencer’s voice and another, strangely familiar voice.
A male voice.
A flash of rage went through him like a lightning, pumping him pull of masculine aggression, ready to kill the other man and then proceed to make passionate love with Spencer next to the twitching corpse.
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“That’s disgusting.” Reid frowned. “Making love next to a man you just mangled near death? I could analyze this stuff to death, but it still wouldn’t explain what goes on in Garcia’s head.”
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Derek charged into the bedroom like a raging bull, nostrils flaring and horns ready to impale the intruder.
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“Now I’m a bull?” Morgan wondered out loud, and looked over his shoulder where Reid was scanning through the page in his usual speed. “Of course I’ve been called one. A bull, a stallion… but you probably don’t wanna hear about it.”
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Spencer quickly closed the door to the wardrobe and positioned his slim body in front of it, surprise and shock making his skin even paler then it usually was. He lifted his hands up to try to calm Derek down.
“It’s not what you think!”
“I know what it is! You got another man in here!”
“No, I don’t!”
“I heard you talking!”
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Spencer pleaded, his eyes wide as saucers. “I swear, I didn’t mean to talk nuclear physics behind your back.”
“Don even try the eyes!” Derek yelled, using all of his control not to grab the beautiful genius by the neck. “You had another man in here and you expect me to believe you were just talking?!” He marched past Spencer over to the wardrobe and slammed his fist against the door. “Come out or I’ll come and get you!”
For a few minutes there was complete silence. Derek waited for an answer and Spencer seemed to be holding his breath. Finally the genius came next to Derek and tapped gently on the closed door.
“I think you better come out here. All of you.”
“All of them?!” Derek managed to gasp out. “How many guys do you have in there?”
The door was pulled open and a familiar looking man walked out. Derek stared at him, not quite believing his own eyes, looked at Spencer and then the man again, but his mind couldn’t really process it.
“Spencer? And… Spencer?”
Another Spencer walked out of the wardrobe. Then another. And another. When the fifth Spencer clone walked into the bedroom, Derek’s legs gave up and he collapsed on the bed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
All six Spencer’s were identical. Derek had spent enough time mapping out every little detail of the lithe body, beautiful pale skin and innocent face, to know they didn’t just look alike. They looked exactly identical.
“Spencer?” He groaned, his breathing still labored by the sheer shock. “Explain this.”
“Well…” Spencer couldn’t help smirking. “Haven’t you ever thought that I don’t seem completely human?”
“Yeah, but I thought it was just you and… Wait… What do you mean “not exactly human”? If you’re not human, then what the hell are you?”
“Would you believe me if I said I was from… up there.” Reid pointed at the ceiling. “Or if we take into consideration the spinning of the earth, it would be about there.” He pointed at the closet door.
“You’re… what?”
“I think you know what I am.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Derek…” Spencer approached him carefully, and sat down next to him on the bed. He took Derek’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m an alien.”
“You’re…”
“An alien. I was sent here on a research mission to observe your specie’s progress.”
“But I’ve seen your birth certificate-”
“Yes, we needed a host. We selected an unborn child and manipulated the development process, so we could implant me into his body.”
“Then who are you?”
“You’d never be able to pronounce my real name.” Spencer tightened his grip on Derek’s hand. “I’m a scientist, my specialty is the study of primitive life forms. That’s why I had so much trouble adapting believably into your society. Our brain capacity is so far ahead of you that it took a lot of work to get all my faculties into this body. Basically our brain is too big for a human skull. Finally we found a way to compress it down without compromising my faculties, but I still had to try to act dumber than I am.”
“Too big for your skull… Then how big is your brain?”
“In your measurements, about quarter of a ton.”
“I’d say it explain everything, but I’m too dizzy right now…” Derek muttered, more to himself than to the brainiac holding his hand. “What about those guys?”
“We have given up on traditional childbirth, instead we can form new entities based on the genetics of a selected person or persons. Couples can select the traits they want to pass on, or a single person can make one all by himself.”
“So they are your kids?”
“Not exactly. Like I said, we had problems adapting to human bodies, and the less additional strain we put on the brain the better. My human body is already taken to the limits with my brain functions. As I’ve learned more about your world, I needed to store my observation notes somewhere. Like when you add more memory to your computer.”
“You mean those guys are like memory sticks?”
“If you want to use that term. They are very user-friendly, I’ve even sent them to work sometimes when I haven’t had time for it.”
“Where have you been hiding them?”
“You know how I’ve never let you or anyone else see what I got in my messenger bag?”
“Unbelievable…. And… Does this all mean…” Derek hung his head down, cradling it with his hands. “… I think I’m gonna pass out now… Does this all mean… that…. I’ve had sex with six aliens?”
“No, just one.” Spencer comforted, sliding his hand across the man’s back in soothing circles. “Just me.” His other hand circled around Derek’s waist, slipping below the belt. “But they’d be more than willing to try it.”
“Are you serious?”
“They’re me, so I should know.” Spencer’s lips found the soft spot of skin just above the collar, kissing it eagerly as he felt Derek’s shock starting to subside. “Think about all the things we’ve done… imagine what it would be like with all of us.”
“All six of you?” Derek swallowed down the lump in his throat. Spencer’s offer was making him harder then he had ever been. The thought was weird, a little bit scary and more enticing than anything he could imagine. “All at once?”
“We could leave a few to watch if you can’t handle all of us-”
“I can handle you.” Derek assured and glanced at the five Spencer’s waiting in a row, all wearing identical grins. “All of you.”
“We’ll see.” The original Spencer chuckled. “I’ve been saving a few tricks for a special occasion…. You haven’t even seen my tentacles yet.”
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Morgan stopped reading when he heard the loud noise of a chair scraping against the floor. When he looked up, Reid was already walking out of the kitchen.
“You don’t wanna know how it ends? It was just getting to the good stuff.”
“I read a lot faster than you.” Reid reminded. “In the end they have intergalactic group sex while levitating near the ceiling.”
“Thanks a lot, now you ruined the ending for me!”
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“Sean….” Cain groaned. He peeled off his shirt and dumped it into the laundry hamper. “You got thirty minutes to get ready, or we’re not going at all.”
“I don’t need half an hour to get ready.” Sean countered. He picked up a few pages from the stack he had received from Morgan. “She’s gotta be really perverted under that ditzy glitter layer-”
“If you don’t have a time limit, you’ll spend a full hour in the bathroom, preening who knows what. You whined for a week, before I said we could go there, so don’t make me reconsider it.”
“That was before I found this. Who gets to read home-made porn where you have a starring role?” Sean scoffed and went back to skimming through the next print. “Besides, it’s bachelor party, no one cares if we’re late as long as the tripper is on time.”
“We’re not going there late just so you can read what Garcia wrote about you.”
“They’ll get divorced under six months anyway. He proposed just because he was drunk and wanted to have a bachelor party, and she said yes, because she was sober and wanted to have a wedding. I mean how many bachelor parties have we been in since we met?”
“Two, this one’s the third.”
“The first one’s getting divorced right now and the second couple broke up ten minutes before the wedding!”
“You’re making excuses.”
“I’m not, but this stuff is addictive.” Sean clutched the stack against his chest. “Just one more and then I’ll put them away and get ready. Please? Pretty please? Really pretty please?”
“Just one.” Cain sighed. He selected a clean shirt form the closet and pulled it on.
“This one sounds like your kinda story, the summary says you’re a newspaper journalist.”
“What are you?”
“I don’t know yet.” Sean separated the pages from the other and started reading out loud.
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Sean look through the peephole and let out a sigh of relief. He opened the door and let he man walk into his hotel room. He took a quick look at the man, eying the muscular body underneath a formfitting blue button-up shirt and a pair of tight jeans. The visions was completed with smooth chocolate skin, dark eyes and a shaved head that seemed to tempt Sean’s fingers to stroke it.
Sean fluffed his own blond hair just a bit and pouted his lips, his seducer’s instincts taking over.
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“I fluffed my hair and pouted?” Sean repeated, sounding slightly offended. “I don’t do that.” He took a careful look at Cain, who was holding back a little grin. “Do I?”
“No, but Garcia does. I think she’s been transferring some of her things over to you.” Cain tossed him a fresh shirt and a pair of slacks. “Get dressed while you’re at it.”
“Okay.” Sean placed the paper on the tabletop and started pulling off his clothes while he read.
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“You’re Cain, right?” Sean put on his best smile. “Mr. Ferguson showed me a picture and told me not to open the door to anyone else. Except the room service.”
“Have you seen today’s papers?” Cain sat down on the couch and pulled a few folded newspapers from his briefcase. “You want to hear what they have to say about you?”
“How bad can it be?”
Cain flipped open the first one. “Horny trainee brings down five senators.” He dumped it onto the coffee table and unfolded the next one. “Kinky games, pervy politicians, and a trainee who loved his overtime.” The paper was tossed on top of the first one. “This is my personal favorite: Kiss-and-Tell Nympho does Capitol Hill.”
“I’m not a nympho!” Sean protested. “They make me sound like I’m some kinda sexually indiscriminate, insatiable sex-hungry slut!”
“You’ve had it on with five senators, four of them married, fourteen assistants, and the chief librarian of the Library of the Congress. You only worked as a trainee for five months.” Cain reminded dryly. “Why do you think they would get the idea that you’ll do it with anything that moves?”
“Not anything, I got my requirements-”
“A pulse and a hard-on?”
“Hey!” Sean whined like a disgruntled child. His frown smoothed into a persuasive soft glance. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“No.” Cain countered. “We’re paying for you to stay here instead of your place, which is right now squirming with paparazzos, because we have a deal. A detailed, exclusive five part account on the whole mess with all the names and details. If you don’t hold your end of the deal, we’ll throw you to the wolfs so fast you won’t even have time to take your clothes off.”
“I am doing my part! I’m an open book-”
“And if you had kept your covers shut you wouldn’t be in this mess.” Cain placed a digital recorder on the coffee table and clicked it on. “Lets start with the basics. One paper already interviewed some of your old buddies.”
“Did they say nice stuff about me?”
“Really nice.” Cain opened his notebook and searched for the right page. “One of them described you as an “uncontrollable sex-addict” and said you “drop your trousers at a moments notice”. They also called you a borderline nudist, who loves to show off.” He let out a frustrated sigh. “And take your hand off my crotch.”
“Sorry, it’s an instinct.” Sean shrugged, and moved to the other end of the couch.
“According to your records, you were arrested for public indecency-” Cain looked up and gave Sean an aggravated glare. “-four times. Put your shirt back on and try to focus.”
“It’s hot in here.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Come on, I’m going out of my mind here.” Sean whined again while trying to wiggle himself out of his jeans. “I’ve been cooped up in here for weeks!”
“You’ve been here two days.”
“That’s what I said!” The blond moaned. He slumped back against the cushions, carefully keeping his legs spread to show of the impressive sign of his frustration, that was almost bursting out through the zipper.
Cain gave him a sharp look and shook his head, more amused than angry.
“Not gonna work, so give it up.”
“Fine!” Sean crossed his legs and arms with a disgruntled huff. “Then at least get me some company, I’m going stir-crazy in here.”
“Sex isn’t exactly vital for survival. You act like a smoker between cigarettes.” Cain made a few markings on his notes. When he looked up, Sean’s eyes had glazed a bit. Cain snapped his finger to wake him up. “What is it now?”
“Nice hands…” The blonds voice was blurry as he kept licking his lips. He absentmindedly rubbed the bulge in his jeans, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic. “I love nice hands…”
“I’m warning you.” Cain grabbed the offending hand and forced it above Sean’s head. “I’ve interviewed a lot more important people than you, and I have no intension to sit here trying to get my work done while you jerk off right next to me. When we’re done with the interview, you can jump on the guy from room service, but while I’m here you’ll keep your hands where I can see them and you don’t make a move unless I say so.” He came closer, pressing Sean against the pillows. They were so close Sean could feel the heat radiating from him through two layers of clothing. Cain’s tone was low and gritty as he nailed his glare on Sean. “Or I’ll just tie your hands, so you can’t use them.”
His comment turned out to be the last straw. Sean’s eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a high little whimper.
“… keep talking like that… keep talking…” He groaned and a wet spot appeared on the front of his jeans. He tilted his back against the backrest, breathing harshly.
“Think you can focus now?” Cain asked calmly.
“Can I change my pants before we start? I’m kinda sticky.”
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“She actually thinks I get turned on when you boss me around?” Sean protested. He took a quick look at his lower half and frowned. “When did I take my pants off?”
“You didn’t, I did.” Cain grabbed the papers away from him and held a pair of slacks in front of Sean. “I’m not gonna dress you like a little kid, princes. You can finish reading that when we come back, but now you’re gonna put on your pants like a big boy, act like an adult and play nice with your friends.”
“Hey…” A thrilled smirk spread on Sean’s face. He looked down and giggled. “Looks like she was right after all.”
“For a whiney little princes, you can be real pervert sometimes.” Cain chuckled and planted a little kiss on the crook of the man’s neck. “You got five minutes left.”
Chapter 3