Hunger (FRAO/NC-17)
Title: Hunger
Rating: FRAO/NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Warnings: AU piece, unbetaed, heavy sexual themes, graphic language, one-shot
Spoilers: past Season Three
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: A young vampire named Spencer Reid is hungry. He runs into S.S.A. Derek Morgan. Things don't go exactly as Spencer planned.
Author's Notes: Comments appreciated and loved. :3
Intelligence couldn’t save Spencer Reid. In fact, it probably was going to be the death of him.
But then again, he was already dead. You see, Spencer was a vampire.
A night-walker, an immortal being…one of those things.
And he was hungry.
That’s why he found himself at a local club, lounging in the shady darkness. It wasn’t only nice on his eyes, which were sensitive to bright lights, but the crowd wasn’t loud. There was a thumping, techno beat in the background, but it was more like a heartbeat, a pulse; that kept the trance dancing going on.
The smell of moving bodies was overwhelming. Spencer had to center himself so he wouldn’t do anything drastic that would out him at a bad time.
He slipped into the mass of people and joined in. He wasn’t the best dancer in the world, but in the shadowy club of mistaken faces and singular meetings, did it matter?
A young brunette was soon pressed close against him. He matched her dancing, which was flirty and carefree. Her face was red from alcohol and she was having a hard time standing, let alone dancing. This was not what he was looking for.
His eyes scanned the club. There was a normal crowd out, with the girls grouped together for a girl’s night out and the dumb man trying to hit on one, desperate single women drinking at the bar looking expectantly into the club, the one or two young couples dancing and the flirty, party girls dancing with more than willing men.
That’s when he saw him.
He was the man dancing with a group of women and effortlessly moving among them. He was sleek and chiseled, with a skin-tight t-shirt and tight jeans that showed the contours of the man’s body.
Spencer smiled.
Jackpot.
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Derek didn’t know where the man came from, but he was fast. It was hard to make out much of his features because of the dim light, but his hair was a golden brown.
The man was smiling slightly as he moved past the women around him.
“Hey there.”
The women, offended by the intruder, started dancing away to find another willing person.
“Hi.”
He was close to him when his features finally came into view.
Derek almost gasped aloud. This man was gorgeous. His features were slightly feminine and delicate, but his cheekbones were definitely masculine. He was biting his lip coyly, teasing him.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” he said, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
“Maybe you haven’t looked hard enough,” the man said suggestively.
“Maybe I haven’t.”
He tried not to freak out when the man got even closer to him and he leaned next to the other man’s ear.
“You can see now, what do you see?”
Derek was basically struck speechless. He was too distracted by the man’s breath on his neck.
The man smiled at him.
“I’m going to be outside in the alley in ten minutes,” the stranger whispered in his ear. He walked past him and into the crowd. Derek blinked.
Holy shit.
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The night was damp and cool, perfect weather. He was crouched in a shadow, his eyes and ears fully aware of his surroundings. A stray cat was prowling nearby. A woman was yelling profanities in the distance.
He was fairly sure the man would come out to see him. He has seemed slightly overwhelmed, though. Maybe the man was straight.
Then he saw the chiseled man wander into the alley. He looked awkwardly out of place and his eyes darted around, looking for him.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly, stepping half out of the shadow.
“Hey.”
Spencer didn’t move from his current position. He wanted the man to come to him.
“I was going to call you over or something,” Derek said, moving a bit closer, “but I realized you never told me.”
“No names.”
The other man was shaking. He must not be used to getting orders. He was excited.
“Come here.” It was more of a request rather than a command.
“W-why?”
“How can I get you off from so far away?”
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Derek was half-hard at the man’s lost words. Despite anything he could do, scenarios and ideas filtered through his head one after another. He gulped.
“Wh-what?”
“Come here. Let me touch you.”
He walked as if in a trance to the shadows, where the other man was waiting.
He touched the inside of his left wrist and started rubbing small circles. He stepped closer, so the two were only several feet away.
Derek was good he was leaning against a wall because he felt that he might fall over.
While his left hand was rubbing small circles, his right hand cupped his jaw.
“You have such statuesque features,” the vampire said as he stroked the other’s jaw. “Such perfect features…”
Derek swallowed. Hard.
“Thanks.”
His right hand wandered down the man’s side. His touch was light as he snaked his way down, grazing over the man’s front.
There was a sharp intake of breath.
Spencer, grinning devilishly, opened the belt and undid the top of the man’s pants. He cradled the other man’s hand and slowly pushed the hand back, pushing the other man back and himself, closer together.
His other hand finally reached its mark, past his boxers and into his pants and wrapped around the man’s length.
Derek gasped as the man started stroking him lazily. It continued at the same agonizing pace. The push and pull were slowly driving him mad and he felt his toes start curling.
“Oh god,” he gasped out loud, the first words spoken in nearly ten minutes.
Spencer pulled his manhood out, up over his pants. His cock was red and angry, veins bulging out. Spencer took both hands now and started alternating the pattern on him. Push pull push pull squeeze…
“Jesus…”
Derek had the right of mind, still, to reach for the other man’s zipper. Surprised, but not unwelcomed, Spencer groaned as Derek pulled Spencer’s cock out from its constraint. It was just as hard as his own.
Derek lazily stroked him as well, until the two were huffing and gasping together in unison. Their strokes weren’t urgent; they were with purpose, but distinctly for the other man.
“I’m close,” Derek warned. Spencer took his hands off of him.
“W-what…”
“Shh…” Spencer said, his hand tracing circles on the other’s hip, “lay back and relax. I want to taste you.”
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Spencer watched the other man groan in anticipation. He dropped down to his knees and was positioned right in front of the other man’s member. The cock glistened slightly with pre-cum. Spencer nuzzled the other man’s cock reverently before he leaned up and he wrapped his tongue around the massive girth and started flicking his tongue over the veins and the head.
“Fuck,” the man said, putting his hands in Spencer’s hair. “God…”
Spencer popped off with a pop.
“You taste amazing,” he purred and took him in his mouth again greedily. He bobbed his head, trying to take as much as he could until he was deep throating him.
“Sweet Jesus,” Derek moaned.
Spencer started stroking his cock at the same time as he pleasured the other man.
“God, your mouth,” Derek trembled. “Fuck.”
Spencer increased his swallowing, but carefully, to try and keep his teeth from causing an accident.
“Shit,” Derek said.
“Let go.”
And he did, sending himself pouring into Spencer. Spencer followed soon after, spilling unto his hand.
“Jesus,” Derek sighed. Spencer let the limp cock out of his mouth and let the orgasm rush over him. He waited until he finally felt his body become completely relaxed.
“You are amazing,” Derek said, his face sincere and devoted. “Has anyone ever told you that?”
Spencer smiled, but he was quiet. The time to feed was now. The fangs in his mouth retracted.
“Are you going to say something?”
Spencer was ill-prepared for this “pillow-talk.” Men and women he usually fed on were just a quick fuck. No names, no real love, and after the ordeal, he would feed on them.
He blinked at the prospect of new territory.
The man was looking right at him. When he didn’t say something right away, the other man moved closer to him. Spencer was legitimately scared and unsure of what to do. It seemed that the roles had changed.
Instead of speaking, the man leaned over and kissed him right on the lips. Spencer didn’t do that. Ever. These meetings were informal. No love involved.
But there was something going on in his chest, despite his lack of a pulse. He tried to say it was unwelcome, but he was definitely kissing him back. For the first time since he had been transformed, he felt the sparks of something more than just complacency.
When the other man broke the kiss, breathlessly, there was a moment when the other’s neck was exposed. It was right in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to lean closer to bite him.
“My name is Derek.”
No, no, no, don’t get involved. Don’t fall for…
“Spencer.”
There was an awkward pause of two men who were doing things in the wrong order.
“Are you hungry? Do you…want to get breakfast?”
This really was a cruel trick of fate. But there was something Spencer couldn’t deny about this Derek. He knew it was a horrible idea. He had troubled compartmentalizing, obviously, he was bad at commitment and oh yeah he was an immortal being.
But for now, there was only one word on his mind.
“Yes.”
The End
Other notes: This really didn't turn out the way I had originally planned it to. Hopefully everyone still likes it. :3