Doctor Corazon

The UnSub in 'Corazon' is feeling a growing and rampant lust for the doctor Reid. What will happen? SPOILER if you hadn't see Corazon already.

I decided to post this fic though I am not sure about it. Please, review to tell me. And if I make some grammaticals errors, I am sorry, English isn't my mother tongue.

WARNING: The UNSUB's bad opinion about homosexuality ISN'T MINE! I just tried to picture the mind of someone insane, I am not, homophobiac at all.

I didn't feel it right away, this weird feeling.

When I talk about a weird feeling, it's the strong and almost suffocating lust I felt for this man. Isn't it weird and even disgusting for a male to lust upon another man?

That day when I saw him for the first time , I was walking toward my office, knowing the two FBI's agents were waiting for me. This was even better than I expected. I had the attention of the media, and more of all, the FBI was making me participate to the investigation. It was such a lovely sensation, to have the control of the whole situation. Not as gorgeous as my first killing of course. It had been such a feast I made, feeling wild, free and powerful…All that with the warm blood everywhere. Blood was beautiful to me. When I think about it, all those worthless people should have been graceful that I made them beautiful with all the blood.

Behind my façade of a normal and serious professor, I have this wild side inside me, which begs to be free. And sometimes, I unleash it. But I am not stupid. I make it in ways that will be useful to me. I am not just some butchers who kill anyone they can have and let so much hints hat it's laughable. No, I am prudent; I kill but never forget that I can't get caught. In contrary to what father said, I am not an idiot. I am worth it, isn't it? I wished I could see my father covered with it sometimes. But no, I had to impress him, not kill him. After all, it was my father.

I greeted the agents as I opened the door and get at my desk. They were both attractive. The tall black one, Agent Morgan as he introduced himself, standing near the chair, with well shaped muscles, and the other one, Doctor Spencer Reid, with this gorgeous face, and those silky hairs. I didn't feel the lust immediately. First, I thought it was simple admiration for human beauty, something natural when you face some beautiful physically. A simple admiration for beauty doesn't mean lust after all. I didn't feel anything for this Agent Morgan, but I admired him. Father said it was wrong anyway, that only women were meant for men. Homosexuality is forbidden. No, it was only a normal taste for fine features. It was not real attraction. I look at the agent Morgan while talking and I am confirmed with my thoughts. No attraction. Then I turned to the doctor as he talked to me.

There, I concentrated on what he is saying, and looked at him. I watched him well; his face was truly nice to observe. I couldn't stop looking at his lips. I wondered how they would feel under mine…I turned my gaze away. Shit! I can't think that about this guy. I gazed at Agent Morgan, trying to stop devouring this doctor with my eyes, but often I found myself looking at him, observing his intense eyes, his fair skin, his hair…Shit…I felt some reaction, just by studying him. I talked about the African religion and concentrated not to show anything. I succeeded, I have done that many time.

I told to them about Palo, about the cut head and the tongue. It is fond memory as I think about what I did, it was incredibly good to cut them, to see them scared with begging eyes…I wished suddenly to have the doctor seeing me doing this. I push away this thought. I told them about the fingers needed to build an evil Nganga. The doctor spoke.

"So he needs three more victims…"

He looks mortified as he said that. He is arousing with that worried and thinking look on his face. He is highly intelligent, it was even more obvious to me, I wondered how much…They left my office. I watched him as they walked away. I sat at my desk and sighed.

'I am alone, it's okay.'

I can indulge in my fantasies. I close my eyes and imagine the scene very well.

I would have the doctor with me, bound to a chair. I would have captured him before. My victim would be bound too. They would both look at me with fear on their faces. They don't dare to look at me right in the eyes. They know who their master is. I began to torture the victim, they are faceless to me, and it's a man, that's all I know. I cut his tongue while he is still alive, it is beautiful all this blood spreading from him. My doctor moans in fear and beg me to stop. But deep inside him, he is impressed by the way I do this. By the way I slice this worthless person like an artist, by the way my blade move as it is more and more covered with blood. My hands are moving gracefully to accomplish the ritual. His beautiful eyes get even more intense and his breath fastens. My breathing is ragged too, with intense lust, excitement from murder, with rage too, with an unexplainable anger mixed with the want.

I continue, I cut the head, put everything in place, and the doctor still watch, with horrified and fascinated eyes. I licked my lips and he tense even more as he thinks he is the next. So I smile, and advance toward him. I took off the gag while leaning toward his ear. I breathe hotly against it and I can swear I hear his heart beating even faster. I whisper that he shouldn't make a sound. He nods, obedient to me. That makes me hard, really. I have very fresh blood on my hand, and he can't talk, he is so afraid…His fear excites me. I ran my hand to his face and neck, tainting the pale skin with red blood. He stops to breath, completely disoriented. I ran my fingers on his beautiful lips, putting blood on his mouth. He is beautiful. I lean toward his face and whisper:

"I think it's time to have a little taste from you, doctor."

I put my lips on his and kiss him, my tongue caressing his, dominating. I kiss him, and he doesn't pull away. I know he is excited, even if he is scared. We kiss, the blood I put on his lips mixing with our saliva, as I ran my hand on his chest and unbutton his shirt…

I woke up from my fantasy, I am too hard. I lock the door and close the sills. I relieve myself here. I am ashamed, I shouldn't have done it, but it was so tempting. I continue to imagine this fantasy where the doctor is tied, looking at me murdering people, and after that, I would make love to him on the crime scene, and bring him home. I would lock him and he wouldn't even try to escape in the end. My slave, mine. I came with a strangled moan, no one can hear me.

I'll have to do something with this doctor. I already have a solution to get away easily, but I definitely can't let this doctor go. I want to kill him, to see him covered with blood for making me feel so abnormal. On the other side, I want to take him badly.

I'll have to do something.