Title: Dance
By: boho-beata
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In this scene, we see two young, attractive men at the bar...

We lay our scene in a small gathering place for the young adults of today, we shall call it a 'club'. The current day and time is Friday, roughly 22:00, or 10 PM, it's well into the evening.

In this scene, we see two young, attractive men at the bar. One is tall and lanky, and seems a little... out of place in this scene. The other, a darker, more toned man, seems to have been bred in this habitat.

The tall one, named Spencer Reid, is sitting at the bar, while the other man, Derek Morgan, is standing behind him, moving provocatively and whispering in his ear.

And now, our scene unrolls.

"C'mon, Spencer, dance with me," Morgan whispers in Spencer's ear, his arms slithering around Spencer's waist and under his shirt.

"Derek! What are you doing? Get your hands out of there!"

Morgan chuckles softly and trails his fingernails across Spencer's flat stomach, "Dance with me and I will."

"I don't know how," Spencer mutters in reply and tries to squirm out of Morgan's hold, but alas, he fails.

"Lemme teach you," Derek murmurs seductively and kisses Spencer's neck in all the right places, the places he knows will make Spencer yes.

"No," The lanky man persists in an octave higher than his usual tone and Derek can tell his resolve is breaking.

"One song," Morgan whispers near Spencer's ear and nibbles on his earlobe gently, "And we can go home for more... fun."

Spencer bites his lip and thinks about it, the offer is quite an irrestistable one. "Okay, one song."

Before Spencer can even get off the seat, Derek is dragging him to the center of the dancefloor.

"Just move with the music," Morgan whispers near Spencer's ear. It's the last thing he hears before the music starts blasting louder and Morgan's touches draw him into a state of bliss.

His hips are moving, keeping in tune with the music and, more importantly, Morgan's and he doesn't even know what he feels because he's lost in the feeling and he's regretting never dancing before and there's just too much things going through his mind.

Soon, Derek's lips are on his neck and his teeth are biting and grinding into his skin, just as his hips are grinding into Derek's. The pain is washed over with the pleasure and Spencer knows that tomorrow, there'll be another mark to explain, but that's okay, because right now, he couldn't care any less.

And our scene pans out, to the rest of the club with it's occupants and colored strobe lights, then out to the busy street of the party-goers and people who live for the night-life, and then finally we fade to black, our goal is accomplished, we're done.

And as we leave our two boys, they spend the rest of the night dancing as one.