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eudaemonia
[ yoo-di-moh-nee-uh ]
n.
1. happiness; well-being
2. Aristotelianism. happiness as the result of an active life governed by reason.
The first thing Derek noticed when he woke up was that he was incredibly warm for a mid-December morning. As his mind came back to him, his eyes groggily opening to see his dark bedroom, he recalled that today was the first day of his heat leave, explaining why his covers had long since been kicked away. Also contributing to the restful feeling was the gentle soreness in his limbs, the memory of last night’s activities which had caused the heavy feeling bringing a dopey smile to his face.
He looked over at the empty sheets beside him, vaguely recollecting how an alarm had rung out sometime before and his bedmate had grumpily rolled out of the comfort of his warm embrace and into the unforgiving reality of the work day. It had been almost two weeks since Texas and Derek had been sure to spend every waking moment he could, reminding Spencer just how much he cared for them. Life had been good.
It still felt odd to Derek not to be filled with dread in anticipation of a painful and mortifying few days ahead of him. It was an uneasy calmness that swirled in his gut, as if he was forgetting something but he just couldn’t remember what. The unrest in his stomach quickly morphed into rumbling hunger as his now-conscious body demanded food.
He made a protein shake, feeling honestly too lazy to make a proper breakfast as he would usually force himself to (Spencer had offered to make it the night before but Derek had reasoned as politely as possible that Spencer’s cooking might just make his day worse), planning to spend the whole day doing a whole lot of nothing.
He found himself lying on his sofa sometime later with a football game playing on the TV, lazily draping himself over the cushions. He should have something to do, work, playing with Clooney, even some restoration work. But he couldn’t work in his condition, Spencer had taken Clooney to the sitter’s this morning, and he was expressly told not to do any physical labour by his pack. It was awful for such an active person to feel as though he was wasting away like a slob. The manufactured habitual guilt crept at the corners of his mind which he tried to bat away with half-arsed interest in the players running across the screen.
The unlocking of the front door reverberated through the house, Derek’s heightened senses picking up on it from across the building.
Immediately he was on his feet and heading in the direction of the welcome intrusion.
He smelled them before he saw them, the scent of Alpha even beneath waning suppressants, flavoured with bitter coffee and something purely belonging to them. His Spencer.
“Oh, hi there,” was all Spencer could manage before Derek collided with them, bare chest pressed against their cardigan-covered one.
Derek dropped his face into the crook of Spencer’s neck and inhaled deeply. Immediately his blood thrummed in his veins as the intoxicating scent of Alpha pheromones straight from the source flooded his body, instantly knocking all the lethargy from him and launching him to a head-spinning high.
“How was work?” He remembered to ask, though his words were muffled by their skin. He ended this question with a soft bite to their neck simply because he couldn’t help it.
“Ah!” Spencer gasped shakily, their hands coming to keep themself steady against Derek’s back. “It was, uh, fine. How was your day?”
“Better now you’re here,” Derek replied slyly before licking a stripe up Spencer’s throat. The poor genius’ knees almost gave out but fortunately, Derek’s strong hands had found their place on their hips to hold them in place. “I wanna take you apart.”
“Derek, I need to clean myself up first, okay?” They spoke in an equally shaky voice but Derek could most certainly feel them growing stiff against his leg.
Morgan groaned, cursing their biological differences, but just the thought of later tonight being able to fuck his Alpha caused his hips to roll into theirs on their own accord.
Spencer’s grip tightened on Derek and a growl rumbled from their throat. “Bedroom. I want to take care of you first.”
Derek was never one for following orders but with this, he went willingly, grabbing Spencer’s hand and dragging them impatiently through his house until he reached his destination.
A mouth met Derek’s with indomitable force and the Omega let the energy of it push him back onto the mess of blankets and pillows.
His heat-softened brain felt nothing but Spencer’s hands, their mouth, and their body pressing down on them: a weight that wasn’t ever restricting but comforting. Pleasure thrummed through his body as the Alpha’s mouth, so often running with inane facts and undecipherable rants, had closed over the base of his neck and was sucking and licking over the scent gland he knew was working overtime in his heat.
“Mmm- gnh!” Derek didn’t think he could form a proper word as Spencer’s hands and mouth roamed his neck, shoulders, and chest. His entire being was a warm haze as he let the Alpha work him over, the hormones flooding his body electrifying every touch and he couldn’t seem to remember why he hadn’t let himself spend his heat this way before.
He grumbled when Spencer sat back on their haunches but quickly changed his tune when he opened his eyes to see Spencer shuffling further down the mattress, caressing their slender fingers down his sides as they went.
“Do you want this, Derek?” They asked softly, running their palms across their partner’s strong thighs, those analytical eyes fixed on his face. “Tell me you really want this.”
“I want it, Spence,” he replied, voice barely louder than a whisper. “I want you, please, Spencer, now!”
A wicked grin spread across Spencer’s face before that smart mouth met Derek’s aching and leaking cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Derek’s eyes rolled back into his skull as the hot, wet mouth engulfed him. His hands caught in their wavy hair and tugged with abandon to move the Alpha just where he wanted him.
It was later that night, or perhaps very early the next morning, when Derek was watching the rise and fall of Spencer’s chest, beautifully patterned with red marks that were slowly fading to purple. They always looked so peaceful in sleep without the weight of their running thoughts and overly analytical mind.
He knew once the sun breached his window, Spencer would have to leave him all alone again and he would have to suffer another long day of heat by himself. In his brief moment of clarity, his logical mind reminded him that he would not suffer like he once did, heavily suppressed and starving himself of any Alpha scent to calm his heightened nervous system. It would just be boring without his Spencer.
“What’s wrong?” A sleepy voice murmured.
Derek froze, feeling incredibly guilty that his restless tossing and turning had woken them up and in a sluggish fight or flight response, he feigned sleep.
“Derek, I know you’re awake,” Spencer whispered, rolling onto their side. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“I’m alright, Pretty boy,” Derek gave in, shifting onto his back. “Just admiring the view.”
“It’s pitch black.”
“You glow in the dark. You need some damn sun,” Derek chuckled.
“Are you going to talk to me or am I going to have to make you tell me?”
Derek sighed, why did he even try to get anything past Spencer?
“I was just thinking about how normal this is. Us. How normal you and I are.”
“I’m not following,” Spencer said, propping themself up on their elbow.
“I just… for a long time I never allowed myself to believe that I would have normal for myself.”
Spencer’s hand brushed against his skin before resting on his chest, sending a pool of heat to the area under the Alpha’s touch. “I feel the same. I… I’m not always so normal. I’m glad I get to be with you and know that you understand every part of me. Love every part of me.”
“I want to be mated with you,” Derek said bluntly. The courage for such a bold statement was born from his loosened inhibitions and growing arousal now that Alpha was awake, his primitive instincts telling him it was time for round… well, he’d lost track.
However when Spencer didn’t reply, the panic set in, sobering him up.
“I mean, like in the future, or whenever… it’s fine, we don’t have to-”
He was cut off by Spencer pouncing on his chest, suddenly peppering kisses all over his face to shut him up.
“Yes, yes, of course I do!” Spencer laughed into the crook of Derek’s neck, right over his sweet scent gland. “Derek, I want nothing more than to be your mate.”
“Right now?” Derek asked.
“No, not right now,” Spencer said with a fond smile, sitting up and playfully hitting his chest. “When you can think straight. And you say I’m insatiable.”
Derek pushed himself up, flipping the smaller figure off of him and pressing them into the mattress. The sun was sending pale rays of light through the curtains as it broke the horizon and Derek took the opportunity for a compromise, all this talk of mating getting him wet.
“Well then,” he began with a sly grin, moving his way down Spencer’s body, not an inch of clothing on them from the pair’s witching hour activities. “Compromise. Let me suck your brains out before you get up and leave me al alone all day.”
“Yeah,” they replied, their voice squeaking up an octave. “I think that’s fair.”
Five days later Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid stepped out of the elevator onto the BAU floor and headed through the glass door to their offices.
Derek nodded politely as people welcomed him back from his leave, still fighting some of the lingering anxiety about the very public knowledge of his presentation.
He gave Spencer’s hair a quick ruffle as they sat at their desk, leaning against it as Prentiss and JJ approached the pair.
“how are you feeling, big guy?” Prentiss asked.
“Never better,” Derek winked.
“Well, he’s got only the best looking after him,” JJ smiled at Spencer who blushed pink, their grip around a small fidget toy they’d retrieved from their bag getting tighter.
“I see things didn’t fall to shit while I was gone.”
“Believe it or not, we can actually solve a case without kicking someone’s door in,” Prentiss teased.
Derek placed a hand over his heart and feigned pain. “You’ve been back five minutes and you’re already wounding me.”
A lighthearted laugh was shared amongst the friends.
“Is Hotch in his office?” Derek asked, glancing behind himself at the closed door.
“Should be, haven’t seen him come out yet,” JJ answered.
“Alright, let me go and see him for a sec and you can get back to catching me up,” Derek smiled before placing a hand between Spencer’s shoulder blades. “This one has been leaving me out of the loop all week.”
“Because you’re supposed to be resting,” Spencer argued. “Not thinking about dead bodies and serial killers.”
“Alright, alright. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” Derek put his hands up in surrender. “Play nice, I’ll be back in five.”
Derek was able to keep this carefree attitude until his fist reached the door and knocked gently.
“Come in.”
Suddenly, Derek was deepening his breathing to keep his cool as he ducked into the Unit Chief’s office.
“Welcome back,” Hotch said with a slight upturn of his lips. “I trust you were well taken care of?”
“Yeah, course. You’re all great. Reid’s great,” Derek nodded. “Uh, man, I’ve got something to ask you. You know, you’re not just my boss, you’re also our pack leader and-”
“Congratulations,” Hotch said before he could finish. “You two done so or you are planning to?”
Bloody profilers. “Planning to,” Derek admitted.
“I’m really happy for you both,” Hotch said. “Mating is a huge step for any couple and you both make a charming pair, I thought so long before you figured things out for yourselves.”
“i know it’s kinda old fashioned to ask for your blessing or whatever,” Derek said as he slid into a chair opposite Hotch. “I just… I want to do something special for them.”
“I know just the thing.”