this is a terrible drabble inspired by a not so sfw conversation I had with @tobias-hankel in our lovely groupchat. I hope you enjoy what little it has to offer.
Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Tags: Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Vague Descriptions of Sex, Bad Poetic Prose, Probably Blasphemy and/or Sacrilege
Summary: As Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?
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Spencer had never been a religious man. Growing up, religion was taught as a historical perspective rather than a way of life. He was taught the Bible, informed heavily of Christianity, simply because it was the most practiced religion in America, but it had not become a forced belief system as it had for many other young children. Spencer was raised in an exploratory fashion; his father never had much of a care for religion and his mother had taught him the definition of agnosticism when he was only four.
As he grew, consuming knowledge from the expanding universe around him, he began to identify with that very term. He could express the most difficult equations of Collatz Conjecture and explain the chemical reactions involving the transfer of electric charge across the electrified interface between electronic and ionic conductors in electrochemistry. But one thing that could never be understood on the plane of human reason was the existence nor nonexistence of a God or higher entity. Despite all that a man as brilliant as Spencer knew, one thing he could never hope to grasp was the concept of faith.
Faith was subjective. It simply could not exist without an individual’s decision to make it be, meaning that religion itself was based on the very philosophy of believing in the unknown, particularly that which could never be known. And as many times as Spencer pondered the often introspective nature of religion, he found that there was no resonance within him for a belief system that was built upon the sense of the hopelessness of human beings. How diminishing it was, to fear the possibility of inadequacy.
His work brought him into the depths of the darkest parts of humanity. He had seen the works of evil, the Christian ideal of Satan in the flesh, but never once did he attribute it to religious misguidings. Mental instability was the true enemy, but on more than one occasion he heard others place the blame on a lack of faith. But with or without faith, in clearheadedness or insanity, all people contained evil inside of them.
Except for one.
Derek Morgan was a force to be reckoned with. His eyes held tumultuous storms of long harvested trauma, but the weight of his smile could bring a man to his knees. Spencer felt reverence towards the man ever since they first met, and ultimately, he was blinded by it. But he knew that Derek’s lingering gaze meant more than just an act of friendliness, because no man could face another and shower him with compliments of his beauty without feeling the slightest sense of desire.
They fell into place eventually. To Spencer, it seemed to be a miracle that Derek had become his. Science could not prove the very bindings of their beings, and for the very first time, Spencer placed his faith in the unseen. His devotion for Derek became a leading part of his life, but unlike the disparaging tones of god-centered faiths, he felt immaculate.
As their lips joined in holy matrimony, their hands slid together as two pieces of matched creation, and Spencer moaned a hymn deep in his throat. Blasphemy ran through his veins, but the sheer grace that fell upon him in times like these kept his doubts in the darkest recesses of his mind. How could he ever think that Derek didn’t love him? No matter if he turned away, like a shepherd guides his sheep, Derek would bring him back to the welcoming embrace of his loving arms.
Spencer smiled at Derek, sliding down to his knees on the floor in front of him. He knelt before him, and if he didn’t believe in God before he did now, because before him was a deity of a man whose praises he would sing for the rest of his life. He hooked his slender fingers into the waistband of Derek’s boxers, and as he slid them down his dark, muscular thighs, the sight that beheld him was far holier than any heaven he could envision. With much passion, Spencer took his Christ into his mouth and he sacrificed himself entirely to the will of his God.
The groan above him sounded like the voice of an angel, and as Spencer accepted the gift that was his holy communion, the dark hand of his God raked through his curls, blessing him with silent, unspoken salvation. How could he ever want for more, when Derek was all he ever needed?
Derek grew close, and as he reached his tender deliverance, Spencer was baptized with the essence of his Lord. He was showered with soft spoken praises, and soon enough, he was guided onto the bed and worshipped thoroughly, the love of his God washing over him in bountiful waves of pleasure. The breath that passed his lips was inspired by his love alone, and as Derek parted the sea of his legs, his fingers coated in holy water played him like a harp.
Spencer was blessed with the lips of his God, pressing upon the tender skin of his breast. Derek smoothed his hands down the curve of his sides and ribs, and from the dust he was materialized. Those lips traveled up to his own mouth to deliver unto him the breath of life, and as Derek entered him, he bathed in salvation. He moaned the psalms, whispering creeds for his Lord and welcoming him into his soul.
He spoke in tongues as the Holy Spirit came over him. Within him, Derek plucked the forbidden fruit, and Spencer’s back lifted off of the bed as the serpent claimed his holy soul.
For just a brief moment in the afterglow of prayer, Spencer felt a sense of doubt wash over him, but as Derek’s lips met his once more and words of love soaked into his skin, that doubt quickly dissipated.
If this is what it meant to be a sinner, Spencer didn’t ever want to be holy again.
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