I know I should be working on one of my other unfinished stories but when I tried to do that, I merely stared at my computer screen blankly. So this is plan b: write some more porn and get my creative juices flowing again! Let's hope it works, it did last time!

I combined two prompts together to get this story. Aspie Giraffe from AO3 asked for our favorite pair to have some hot, life confirming sex after Spencer is hurt in the field, and for the sex to be so hot that Spencer rips his stitches during orgasm, which of course makes Derek feel guilty. Prime's Little One from fanfiction wanted their neighbors (preferably the other BAU members) overhearing them having sex and for the morning after to include them being teased about how loud they were, which tells them both that EVERYONE heard them! Sorry it isn't a sequel/epilogue to Spencer's A Tease But He's Mine like you wanted but hopefully you'll like this anyway!

Warnings: rough sex, marking and biting, loud sex, anal sex, oral sex. PWP!

Derek hovers protectively over Spencer as he gets the cut on his thigh stitched up. Spencer knows in other circumstances he would be rolling his eyes at Derek's hovering but not this time. The slice on his thigh is far too close to the femoral artery in his thigh not to realize how close to death he came. Spencer cannot hide from the facts flooding his mind; he had been mere millimeters from death. A deep cut to the femoral artery means death in minutes and being out in the country, Spencer knows he never would have made it long enough to get a hospital for treatment. Both Derek and Spencer are understandably shaken by the near miss.

Nine stitches later, Spencer is released into Derek's capable hands. The team had already left for the hotel. Once they'd been told Spencer only needed stitches and would be released soon, they left Spencer and Derek alone. With nothing left to do except wrap up the details of the case, which Hotch decided could easily wait until tomorrow, they called it a night. The suspect's body lay in the morgue; he'd been taken down by both Derek and Rossi as he attempted to kill Spencer.

Sitting in the SUV, Spencer is wishing for the bench seats of Derek's truck. There is only one thing on his mind: sex. He wants, no needs, his Der to fuck him mercilessly. Spencer wants to feel the painful stretch as Derek's dick pushes into him. He wants to feel the ache of Der's possession for days. Just the thought of it makes his cock start to fill. With a playful smirk on his face, Spencer reaches over and places his hand on Derek's knee. Derek looks down pointedly at the hand and then glances quickly at Spencer, who is careful to have a neutral expression on his face. Derek in no way believes the innocent look on his Pretty Boy's face but allows his attention to go back to road. Spencer deliberately looks out the window to hide his smirk. He lets his hand to rest there innocently for a minute before slowly gliding it up Der's inner thigh.

Derek merely looks at him and Spencer makes no effort to hide his mischievous grin. He turns back to the road without saying a word. Spencer of course takes that as permission and allows the back of his fingers to graze teasingly over Der's clothed bulge. Derek twitches but keeps silent. Spencer does a gleeful little dance inside his mind; his love's lack of response makes it clear he is completely on board. He cups Derek, practically giggling with anticipation as the bulge swells obediently under his touch. Derek groans as his Pretty Boy applies delicious pressure. Unable to restrain himself, his hips jerk up. Spencer's palm provides sweet friction, which Derek plans to take complete advantage of. His hands clutch the steering wheel hard in a white knuckle grip, it is taking everything he has to keep his most of attention in front of him and not where it wants to be. Spencer alternates teasing strokes with hard grinds of palm, driving Der absolutely mad with lust. He lifts his hand up out of Der's reach and watches as his hips jerk up desperately for the friction that is no longer there. "Pretty Boy…" Derek growls warningly. Spencer giggles but puts his hand precisely where Der wants it.

By the time they get to the hotel, Derek is quite desperate, which is exactly what Spencer wants. Derek is thankful it is nighttime and hopes they won't encounter anyone. His erection is in no way hidden by his pants and peeking at Spencer, he notices that his Baby is in a similar position.

They quickly get out and half trot to their room. The moment the door is closed, Spencer slams Der into it. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Their thoughts are unknowingly mirrored: of Spencer's near miss and a burning desire to celebrate that they are both alive with the one person they love more anyone.

Spencer grinds his hips into Der's and they moan together. Derek flips their positions and crashes his lips into Spencer's. He dominates Spencer completely, assaulting his mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth until his Pretty Boy can think of nothing but him. "Derek!"

"MINE!" Derek yells. His mind flashes to the moment that Spencer was cut by the suspect. Remembering watching Spencer falling to his knees and clutching his leg makes Derek's heart race with fear. His fingers tighten their hold on Spencer, not ever wanting to let him go. He says shakily, "Mine."

"Yours, always. Claim me, Der. Make me yours again," Spencer half demands, half pleads. "Make me scream. Show me we're alive."

Derek stares deeply into his eyes, recognizes the same fever and desperation he feels in his love's eyes. Spencer needs this as much as Derek does. He quickly strips his Baby's vest, tie and shirt off. Derek surges forward and captures those pink lips, Spencer's tongue battling his own. Tongue and teeth clash and caress; there is no tenderness in their kiss, only all-consuming passion. Derek rips his lips away and forces Spencer's neck to arch before sinking his teeth into his pale shoulder. Spencer screams without restraint, "Yes! Mark me! Claim me! Make me hurt!"

Derek sucks a deep mark high on his neck, then another at the hollow of his throat. He moves down Spencer's chest until he covers it with purpled marks of his possession. Spencer moans and cries loader with every mark. Derek yanks down his Pretty Boy's pants and boxers. He pulls off his shoes, tearing off his mix-matched socks, pants, and boxers, leaving that alabaster, gorgeous body completely bare. Bypassing his dripping cock, Derek lifts one of Spencer's legs, spreading his legs wide. "Mine," he mutters as he bites at one inner thigh, then the other. Derek turns him over and sinks his teeth into a juicy cheek.

Spencer strokes himself, trying to find relief. He begs loudly and without shame, "Take me! Please, please, please! Fuck me now, Derek! I need your cock splitting me open. Please!"

Derek turns him onto his back. Those beautiful caramel eyes are full of desperation and need. He quickly grabs the lube from the bedside table and is about to slick up his fingers when Spencer stops him. "No. I want to feel it, I need to! I need the painful stretch as much as I need your dick inside me. To remind me, we're alive. Please," he begs.

He can't deny his love anything. Derek needs to be inside of Spencer as much as Spencer needs to feel the ache of his thick length splitting him open. He tears open his pants and pulls out himself out, not bothering to waste the time to undress further. Derek slicks his cock up, hiking Spencer's legs around his waist and eagerly pushes inside. The muscle resists the invasion at first but gives a moment later. Spencer's anguished cries are tinged with clear pleasure and echo through the room as he savors the burn as inch by inch, Derek sinks deep inside of him. Bottoming out, Derek groans long and lustfully as Spencer deliberately clenches around him. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, Baby. Fill you up over and over. Paint your insides with my cum. Fuck you so hard, you'll ache for days," Derek growls. "Do you want that, Pretty Boy?"

"Yes! Need it, need you!"

Derek hooks those long legs over his arms, his strong fingers clutching Spencer's ass hard enough to leave bruises as he snaps his hips forward. Spencer whimpers as his passage stretches painfully around Derek. The burning ache makes sweet fire run through his veins but is not enough. "Harder! Come on! Fuck me like you mean it!" Spencer yells. Any restraint that Derek has left disappears at the demand. He fucks him hard. Spencer's eyes roll back, mewling and keening noisily as his body is rocked back and forth into the door by Derek's thrusts. Derek has never felt more alive with his cock pistoning wildly in and out of his Baby. Neither man is conscious of the sound of the door shuddering under the force of their bodies moving together or the sounds of their fucking echoing the room: the slap of Derek meeting Spencer's bare flesh and their boisterous grunts, moans, and groans.

"Ngh!" Spencer shouts. Derek demands, "Cum for me, Pretty Boy!" Spencer obeys, screaming as he spurts between them. Derek pulses a second later, filling Spencer's insides.

Derek slumps against the door and Spencer, resting long enough to catch his breath. A few moments later, he lifts his love away from the door. Spencer clutches him tightly as he is carried to the bed. Derek drops him onto the bed, carelessly tears his own clothes off and pounces atop his Baby. "Derek," he murmurs just before Derek's lips descend on his. The kiss is slow and passionate, their tongues gliding together in perfect rhythm. "Mmm," Derek hums against those delicious pink lips.

He rocks his hips into Spencer's. The cum between them slicks the way, making the slide easy and wet. They both harden quickly, their fevered desire far from satisfied. Spencer pushes Derek back, enabling him to turn over and get on his knees. He grabs the headboard and looks over his shoulder; Spencer's lustful gaze says it all. Derek grabs those slim hips and sheathes himself completely with a single thrust. The lithe genius moans loudly. Derek eases back before plunging forward again. "Yes!" Spencer hisses. This time Spencer thrusts his ass back into Derek. "Fuck yeah. You feel so good, Der. Love you deep inside me."

Derek growls while maintaining the medium fast rhythm, Spencer is wonderfully tight around him. That perfect hole swallows his cock like it is made just for him. Derek praises, "Always so tight for me, Baby. My fat dick is the only thing that can satisfy your greedy hole. Isn't that right, Spencer?" Spencer keens wildly as Der's thick length stabs in and out of his passage. Unsatisfied with the non-answer, Derek emphasizes every word with a hard jerk of his hips. "Isn't. That. Right?!" Spencer is shoved forward with each fierce thrust. He clutches the headboard desperately, moaning hoarsely. Spencer has no words but widens his stance, allowing the head of Der's cock to jab sweetly at his prostrate. "Answer me!" Spencer shoves backward harshly, reveling in the unrelenting pace. "Yes! Only you! No one else! Ugh! Fuck me like only you can!"

Derek tears Spencer's hands off the headboard, shoving him face first into the bed. Spencer grasps the bedding tightly, spreading his legs wide as Derek fucks him mercilessly. It is utter bliss. His body rocks violently under ruthless pace, making the bed shift noisily and the headboard slam against the wall but neither man even notices. Derek plunges forward, hard and deep, roaring his release and collapsing heavily onto his Baby. The hot cum filling him hurdles Spencer over the edge and he screams gutturally.

The two of them lie there unmoving, Derek is rapidly approaching exhaustion. A minute later, Spencer elbows his love, "Heavy." Derek grunts but flops over onto his back.

But Spencer is by no means done. He straddles Derek, kissing his slack mouth until Der starts to kiss back lazily. Spencer sucks on Der's tongue, humming in satisfaction. Derek groans when his Baby sucks on his bottom lip and then nibbles on it delicately. Those pink lips travel down the length of Derek's neck. While not the possessive bastard that Derek admittedly is, at times Spencer too needs to leave his mark on his Der. He sinks his teeth into Derek's muscular shoulder. "FUUCCK!" Derek roars powerfully, the word sounding as if it is being physically dragged out of him. Spencer isn't the biter that Derek is and rarely does it but when he does, it drives his Der crazy. Derek can feel his tired dick twitch and harden ever so slowly. Spencer grins, sprinkling his Der's skin with purple marks and occasional bite marks.

Spencer scoots down to Derek's waist but before he can get any further, Derek pushes him away and admonishes, "Dirty." He chuckles but allows Derek to turn him over. Derek staggers over to the bathroom, coming back with a wet, soapy cloth, the ice bucket filled with warm water, and a towel. He wipes Spencer's chest clean tenderly, dunking the cloth in the water and then wiping his stomach. Derek peppers tender kisses on the newly washed skin. Derek checks the stitches on Spencer's leg; they are a little red but not torn or bleeding. Spencer smiles as his thighs and cock are lovingly cleaned with Derek being extra careful not to get his stitches wet. Derek switches to the towel and dries all that pale, damp skin. Spencer's lips curl up in an affectionate smile as he feels his love's lips press against his freshly dried skin. Derek guides his Baby over, spreading his legs and checking Spencer's hole to ensure their passionate lovemaking hasn't caused any rips or tears. Derek finds none and rubs the pink rosebud clean. He adoringly kisses the bite mark he left earlier on his Baby's ass. Once Derek is satisfied Spencer is clean and dry, he lets his boy turn over. Spencer grabs the cloth from Derek and guides him onto his back. Spencer gives his Der the same tender care, cleaning off his chest, stomach, thighs, and cock. He covers all the freshly cleansed skin with sweet kisses, paying special attention to the purpled marks he'd made. He drops the cloth into the bucket and places it onto the bedside table, along with the towel.

Spencer nuzzles his Der's thighs, breathing in the musky scent of him that is combined with the fresh scent of soap. He nudges Derek's half hard cock with his nose, licking up its length. Spencer laps at his balls, sucking them softly. Derek moans in response. Spencer sucks intently on the head of his cock as if it is a lollipop. Derek shouts, "Spencer!"

Spencer's mouth sinks down onto the stiffening cock, letting Der grow hard in his mouth. He bobs slowly, alternating between swirling his tongue and sucking hard. "Yeah, suck me, Baby. That's it, take me deep. Swallow my thick cock. You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours, huh, Pretty Boy?" Spencer hums happily around his Der. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Babe? To have my cum filling not only your pretty ass but your belly?" Spencer moans around his mouthful; he wants that badly but he wants to ride Der more. He pulls off with a pop and in a flash impales himself on Der's fat cock. "Fuck yesss!" Derek cries hoarsely. Spencer rides him smoothly and languidly, the rhythm glaringly different from the blazing inferno of the other two times. Derek stares at him in awe, "Fuck, Baby. Do you know how sexy you look? Riding my cock like you were made for it?"

Spencer smirks but the easy cantor of his hips never falters.

*God, do I love my little minx!* He loves every time his Pretty Boy shows this side of himself. For it is only for Derek that this side of him comes out. Spencer's palms glide up and down Derek's chest as he deliberately bounces on the hard length within him. Spencer leans up to calm Der's lips for a passionate kiss before he leans back and takes Derek deep. Derek can't hold back anymore and thrusts his hips up, forcing himself even deeper. "That's it, Baby. Take me deep." Spencer holds still, allowing Derek a brief moment of control. But after a few thrusts, the lithe genius sits back up. Derek groans harshly as his love squeezes his passage tight around him, almost like a warning. Derek grasps Spencer's thighs lightly, holding but not trying to lead his movement. Their eyes meet and electricity spreads like wildfire through them. "Take me, Pretty Boy. Take what you need." Spencer inclines his head in acceptance and starts rolling his hips in earnest.

Derek keeps his eyes firmly on Spencer, wanting nothing more than to remember this moment forever. Spencer looks like an incubus driving toward orgasm. "Fuck yourself on my dick. You're so fucking beautiful like this. And you're mine. You're fucking all mine."

Spencer's caramel eyes spark with possessive fire, "And you are MINE, Derek Morgan. You belong to me!"

"Yes! All yours! Only yours!" Derek replies earnestly. "Please, Baby. Make me cum! I need it so badly!"

With a fierce expression on his face, Spencer demands, "Cum, Der. Cum for me!" Derek's cock responds immediately, spurting on command. "Yes!" Spencer wails and his own cock erupts. The flash of pain in his leg doesn't even register as his body is flooded with pleasure.

Feeling boneless, Spencer slumps onto his love's muscular chest. He grunts as Derek's spent dick slips from his hole. Spencer aches inside, exactly as he'd wanted. He'll be sore for a while but damn it is completely worth it.

Derek strokes sluggishly down Spencer's bare back to his ass. Spencer whimpers as his strong fingers graze his sore entrance. "Sore, Pretty Boy?"

Spencer lifts his head and grins goofily. His voice is raspy from his pleasured cries, "Yeah." Spencer wiggles his bum, sighing blissfully at the tenderness he feels. Derek kisses him sweetly, "I'm glad you're happy, Babe." He strokes the pale length of his love's back. "Hm…feels so good, Der. Just what I needed." Derek smiles tenderly, vowing "Anything for you." He eases Spencer onto his back and gets up shakily to grab a towel. With it in his hand, Derek is about to clean the seed off of his Baby when he notices bright red blood trickling down Spencer's pale leg. "Spencer! You're bleeding!" The genius looks down, shrugging at the sight of his ripped stitches. "I'll be fine, Der. Let's just get some sleep. I'll get it re-stitched tomorrow, okay?" But Derek is frozen at the sight of the blood. *I should have taken more care! He's hurt and I fucked him like an animal! I shouldn't have been so wild! I hurt him!*

Spencer can see the thoughts rushing through his love's mind. "Der. Derek, look at me!"

With sorrowful eyes, Derek meets his gaze.

"Stop. You only did as I asked. I needed it rough. You gave me exactly what I needed, as you always do. You didn't hurt me. I am fine and you have nothing to feel guilty about, okay?"

Derek reluctantly nods.

"Good," Spencer says. "I love you, Der."

"I love you, too, Pretty Boy. More than anything or anyone."

Spencer smiles cheerfully, "I know. Now, let's clean up and get some sleep." Derek obeys, carefully wiping Spencer clean with unmistakable reverence. Spencer finds a clean spot on the bed and curls up. Derek spoons behind him, inhaling his comforting scent the whole night. They are alive and together. That is all that matters to them.

Writing some porn has helped yet again! Apparently my muse is attracted to porn, who knew? Ch 2 of this story probably won't be written for a while as I'm focusing on Spencer Will Be Mine and my other ongoing stories.

I worked a little on Spencer Will Be Mine Ch 10 and Ch 3 of A Blutbad Claims His Mate last night when I couldn't sleep. I'll be focusing on Ch 10 now, which will hopefully be ready sometime this week or early next week. If you have any suggestions for the next few chapters, feel free to let me know. Those suggestions might just make it into my story! I'd love some ideas about what to do to Barry. Death seems likely, considering the bloodlust my readers are feeling.