Okay, so I'm all for trying things once.
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Warning: this is slash. Morgan and Reid are killers. And there is a minor-major character death.
This ooc for our boys- suspention of disbelief people.[so please don't comment on 'I don't think he should have been killed or they would never do that...] I know, that is why i'm giving warning.
This is my take on Hitchcock's The Rope...
Reid/slash/Review/slash/enjoy
Dr. Spencer Reid shutters as his hands relax; the hemp rope slithering from his hands. The thick rope thumps to the floor and Derek Morgan supports the body in his arms.
Their breathes are harsh in the dim lit room. Morgan lets the body go.
"Is he..." Morgan whispers, panting.
"Yes." Reid retorts.
"Did you-" Morgan sighs, resting his head on Reid's shoulder.
"Feel it? Yes." Reid shivers. "Did you?"
"Uh huh." A warm smile splays across his lip. Reid lets out an airy giggle.
"Didn't it feel...wonderful?"
"Uh huh...I've never felt so- alive." Morgan murmurs. Reid cups Morgan's jaw, kissing him deeply. Morgan lets Reid take control.
"I know. Let's celebrate! Italian with the works...candles, white wine...friends?"
"Do it up big, Pretty Boy. But don't you think we should clean up first?" Morgan stares at the body, lying prone on the cold hardwood floor.
Reid pulls off the blue latex, stepping over Will LaMontagne Jr.'s body.
"Put him in the chest." Reid whispers.
Morgan nods to the one with books piled five high.
"Yes. That will do nicely." Reid nods in agreement.
Morgan clears the chest off. Reid tells him to clean up the mess while Reid himself gets the house ready.
Tonight they celebrate minds and free will.
A/n: So...what do you think? Continue?