EDITED AND REVISED

Welcome to my Reid fanfic, Wine, Roses, and Psychosis. I do hope you realize I intend to be graphic and get worse as the story unfolds. This is a story with murder, rape, bestiality, and is extremely detailed when important scenes are concerned. This is not porn without plot, there is a plot. This is guyXguy so if you are homophobic, ( I don't understand this fear actually ) you might want to leave. This does explore a different outtake on love however and also covers possibilities that I don't believe are covered enough in the cases of serial killers. ( Or life in general.) Anywho, enjoy chapter one please.


All-American Ripper

It's a normal Saturday night in the land of the free, the country of equal opportunity, and a place for people to lead the American dream. What is the American dream though? To start with nothing and progress up the social ladder? To leave one's caste and escalate into a higher rank, a life full of fortune and luxury? Or is it simply to possess what the great Declaration of Independence states? The right to life, uncontrolled by another... Liberty, the privilege in having a voice in the ways one is governed by all whom he chooses, and the way he shall be protected by it in return... Or the pursuit of happiness in which there are no immoral restrictions to hinder any one person from lusting after that which gives him emotional, physical, or psychological gratification, a complete absence of barriers preventing the lowly existence of one who is unsatisfied with his or her life?

Immoral restrictions...that's the key phrase isn't it? It is wrong to deprive any of their ambitions isn't it? That is until it impacts others in a way that is deemed by society as negative in effects. And yet, society in itself is but an illusion isn't it? Similar states of morality allow us all to feel some nonexistent sense of unity with those we deem as equal to us in imaginary standards we set for ourselves. We allow ourselves to believe that because we reside in a certain place, because we look a certain way, because we choose either to embrace rationality or primal instinct that we are one. When in reality, isn't it just the opposite? Are we not trying to mirage the fact that we are indeed alone in this life by inventing some illusion of belonging with separate and alien minds and beings? We question our own existence daily in religion and science and yet we never question our purpose.

Alien minds...Isn't that the most precious right any of us possess? A freedom of dwelling within that which we are familiar? The greatest of gifts given to us by no doubt a benevolent Creator? But then, some are not so fortunate as to understand that which they cannot separate from, a foreign relationship with even themselves. At one point this was thought to be the truth of humanity by a mind that had left the conformity of the status quo at an early age, unchanging even as progress molded them physically and emotionally. The mind it seemed, was so easily as stubborn as the ass who would no longer pull it's master's load, that it within itself, seemed an individual entity. Man's greatest stranger and foe is, without question, himself, because it is the one thing he will never completely know...

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Families from all over the seemingly prosperous nation tune in at a late hour, one of their luxuries they take for granted on their precious weekends. The news, the ultimate means of keeping people informed of the events thought ought to be made public intelligence, was being cast in New York. Innocent families listened as it was reported with undervalued pleasure that a third month had passed without incident from the most terrifying thing since the fall of the Twin Towers, a serial killer of infamous proportions. The joy was brief, the killer thought to have given up or to have been detained or killed, no further thought given to the subject. Without even a pause to reflect on the gracious announcement, the next most important topic is introduced...

"And now, George Otto with the weather..."

The average viewer at home could not hear the shout within the building broadcasting the feed. It started from below as just a warning to some possible saboteur reporter from an enemy network, but the threats continued, fueling more shouts and a greater commotion. Then the first shot rang out. Shouts became screams, cries of utter terror...And just as suddenly as the first rang out, each voice was eventually silenced. The door of the live recording studio being splintered into a dozen pieces got the attention of not only everyone in the room, but in every home in the country. The cries of surprise and instant fear experienced through the screen was enough to make the most hardened of soldiers flinch, and as the two reporters jumped up from their seats, tremble. A moment passed before the screens became static, the faces of the network disappearing in the haze. Apprehension knawed at the consciousness of any and all who watched, worry emanated from those who believed it's validity, and skeptics were soon proved to be dead wrong.

Upon the return of life to the cameras and the footage which they provided the true being behind the disturbance hid, silhouetted just enough, by shadow, and was distinguished by insignificant light in the background. The voice that followed, coming from this now seated figure, was heavily masked by a voice modifier. The greeting though emotionless enough held darkness unparalleled. "This program has been brought to you by blood, it's everywhere." The chilling joke was cleverly horrid. "That however, isn't my message I wish to convey to you. I do request with great urgency that any and all children that may be within your proximity leave immediately, as it is already their bedtime. Such visions are best left to the imaginations of you as parents and fellow adults." His voice echoed slightly and held a dominative tone, convincing viewers to comply without second thought. "Once that's done listen to me very carefully. You see, you all know me. I am disappointed however that you so easily forget me and my message. I am, like you, a human being that dwells within this idealistic country and lives as you do. I buy my groceries as you do, I experience pain as you do, and I luxuriate in the many pleasures that come with being a free American adult. Unlike you however I indulge in the sins of life and do not weep. I lust and act accordingly to my erotic desires. I feel avarice in that I procure things I believe I should have. I am a sloth in that I laze in thought when I hear of humanity's pointless struggles with one another. I am gluttonous in that I prey upon my fellow man as if he were reverted to the form he so desperately attempts to avoid in animosity. I envy you fools! For your ignorance and ability to secure yourself in the emotions of others! To act as yourself and be with one who accepts these faults! I am wrathful because I am disgusted at the filth men can become! I'm pissed! And I have pride, pride that I will get you to hear my cry and listen!" Who could ignore his call now? If it was even a he. "Three years ago I introduced myself in the fair state of Nevada with the death of a young woman named Alice Kirstein, recorded as missing and yet to be found. Her body, or at least what remains of it can be found in the floor that I now gaze upon. I leave it for you as proof that I. Am. Still. Here. I won't give you my name but I believe you know me by another anyway. Dormant for three months as an act of mercy, I am he who haunts your fears. I am the All-American Ripper. I tell you this and do what I do tonight to establish a challenge for the best of the best. Police, CSI, FBI, I want you to step up your game. My reign and body count and it's reflection on you as a whole is nothing short of embarrassing. And to those of you watching that are, like myself, interested in the functioning of the mind, I implore you to profile me, decipher me, I dare you and welcome it. Can you catch me? I doubt it but I welcome you play my game. Beware... My IQ is nearly 200, is yours America?"

With these thoughts, these challenges presented in the last moments before black befell the screen and the announcer had fled, America wondered just how safe they really were, and how naïve they had been to think they had been more so. Panic erupted throughout the country and calls came in from all over for them to catch this evil being that threatened lives. New York had been hit especially hard. While it had taken the response team twenty minutes to get out to the news station the perpetrator had left without difficulty, leaving behind an enormous body count and a single calling card. Who was he? Where was he now? What did he wish to portray in this endeavor? So many questions would erupt that could not be answered. Could anyone truly stop the All-American Ripper?


Raphael was just a simple redhead to the crowd, a handsome one with pale hazel eyes and a badge at that. He was from the United Kingdom originally, a great officer from Scotland Yard at one point. He had rid himself of his accent though through work, always finding an American one to be sexier anyway. He had been asked a few months back to assist in the investigation of the so called Ripper but leads had been as few as the decent people that could be found in New York. "The guy leaves no evidence even though he's erratic as fuck at times, he doesn't have a specific MO or kill signature, he's eluded capture for three years, never stays in the same place very long, and gets laid more than I have in my entire life..." Which was saying something to him because he slept with anything with two legs. Why else was he in the same club he'd been going to for almost a week straight? There were some fine ladies and some able bodied fellas prancing about the place constantly and the drinks were to die for as well. Sadly the ginger had yet to find one he truly wanted for his dark intentions. He was glancing through the crowd with that in mind when he was proven wrong.

His entire being was entirely perfect, from his well sculpted form to his silken hair, to his tall frame and gemstone eyes. "He-llo..." Raphael purred from his seat at the bar, white wine in hand. The male he so desired was taller than even he at his height of 6 feet and wore tight fitting jeans with slices throughout them, giving tempting glimpses of bare skin of thickly muscled legs. His shirt was a tank that clung to his sturdy torso like a second skin and made the red head's mouth water. He wore heavy boots and he hid his eyes behind his hair. He just couldn't miss an opportunity such as this, not with such a perfect specimen before him. He turned to the barmaid quickly. "Hey, who's that guy?" he demands in an urgent tone. The young brunette blushes at his question, seeing just who he was referring to.

"He's an employee here," she states. "The main attraction and prime entertainment."

"Oh? How come I haven't seen him all week?"

"He's been on vacation. He hadn't taken a day off in a while." The redhead could tell the girl had the hots for him just as he did and probably had for a while.

"Can you give me his name?"

She shakes her head. "Club policy. We can only be called by our club names here. I'm Robin by the way. He's...Crow." She purred the name like it was some sweet elixir that filled her with awe.

"Crow..." He would have this man if it was the last thing either of them did. He stood, discarded his drink and with swag to his step, approached the man. He didn't need to make his presence known, the male saw him coming and cast his eyes downward, pink dusting his cheeks and making Raphael smile. 'Looks like I've got a shy one. I bet he's a beast in bed though...' He had to give some people warning glares as he approached, but the blonde didn't seem to notice. "You look lonely," he coos, gesturing at the male's obvious solitude among the crowd. He receives a shrug, the man rubbing his arm in response.

"Not something I'm unfamiliar with." God even his voice was perfect! Not even Adonis himself could compare to this man's beauty.

"You say that as if you're used to it...Crow, right?" He nods, his cheeks red. Raphael flashes an electric smile, knowing he wasn't as good looking as this man but believing he had the confidence to make up for it. "I find it hard to believe that a catch such as yourself has trouble finding company in a place like this. Such a man of your caliber must have men and women lined up for miles to gaze at that gorgeous face." The other bit his lip, turning slightly away in shyness but flattery. He grinned back at the red head and he knew that he'd been successful in catching his prey.

"You couldn't possibly mean that," he insists. "A man like you could surely find better company than me." He shakes his head.

"Trust me when I say that you are the hottest thing I have ever seen," he coos. He wanted him badly and the alcohol wasn't helping, everything was a red haze at this point as he closed the distance between them and gave a gentle rub against the male's thigh. "I could tell you all about how perfect you are in a more comfortable setting if you want." Crow didn't seem to mind at all, in fact he returned the gesture in kind, sparking a moan from Raphael and making their proximity increase. He looked up from the ground with lustrous bedroom eyes at the shorter male.

"Could you really?" he murmurs. "I could get us the perfect spot..." Raphael was more than eager to please the male that had him turned on and nodded, his lips moving to the man's neck and teasing lightly. He had to stand on his toes slightly but he made it a priority to get to the foreplay as soon as possible, nipping at the man's soft skin and grinding into his crotch as they fumbled their way through the crowd.

Between being drunk and getting lost in the foreplay Raphael didn't know where they had ended up, all he knew was there was a bed and he noticed handcuffs at both ends.. He had tossed away his clothes in a hurry as he then did with his partner. He stripped him down to his naked glory and made sure to put his lips over every part of his body. The area between his legs had been most fun since he discovered that his perfect Crow was even more gifted than he in size. "You're nice and thick aren't you? Perfect length too..." he coos. This made Crow flustered as his breath danced over his extremities. He hadn't much time to say anything since it was soon devoured by an eager mouth and he was left to moan and pant in hushed, angelic breaths.

Raphael couldn't remember the last time he'd entered a man so tight and he almost lost himself in the sheer pleasure of just pushing in for the first time. It didn't take much at all to tire him out and he found himself collapsing after only a few minutes. It was the blonde's turn to 'blow' his mind, he only needed proper encouragement. "What do you want to do to me babe?" he simpered. "Do you want to pound into me as much as I did you?" He wanted to instigate an alpha male reaction from his new favorite, see him indulge in his dark fantasies...

Oh did he comply. The blonde's eyes turned predatorial as he sank down to Raphael's hips, his talented tongue darting out and making a dessert of the man's length, suckling and swirling around his head and sheathing to the base. Now Raphael moaned and writhed with sheer pleasure as he had his wish granted. He knew that the male was shy from the start, but he also knew on instinct that he was a dominant, a seme, an alpha when it came to sex. He climaxed blissfully into his mouth, his semen trickling from those perfect lips. After a moment of lubricating, Crow tended to his own erection and thrust into the smaller man beneath him, earning a sensual groan. He also admitted that Raphael was his best in a while, his above average length needing a smaller cavern to tend to it usually.

Raphael wasn't sure when the handcuffs clasped around his wrists but he didn't care, he was being filled and the last cry of his partner as he orgasmed was his last thought before Crow gave him a taunting smirk from above...


I warned against graphic content! I got to rant a little in this thankfully and I love that this is going to be one hell of a fanfic since I've always wanted to do this. Please let me hear any comments or questions you may have. I love reviews and chatting :) Until next time!