Title: Like Fire And Rain
Author: Indigo Night
Feedback: Yes please
Summary: Serial killers don't just stop killing. Except, Derek Morgan did.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters.
Disclaimer 2: Clearly, this is an abusive, unhealthy, distructive relationship. This is not how S&M relationships are supposed to be.
Spoilers: Potentially for Profiler, Profiled
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Warnings: AU, extremely dark, implied rape and tortured, character death, abuse, implied drug and alcohol abuse, slash, masochism, sadism, etc.
Author's Note: I'm not really sure how long this story will be. I'm thinking perhaps two or three more chapters after this. Although I am considering a sort of spin off that I'm very excited about ;D Read, Review,
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It's so easy, pathetically easy really. They rent a small house, perfectly suited to their needs. Morgan gets a construction job. Reid smiles in a politely distant way on the rare occasion he goes outside.
And for a while, their life is the perfect example of domesticity.
Morgan goes to work, comes home to the meal Reid lovingly prepared. They drink a beer or two while they watch Jeopardy. Then they retire to the basement for a few hours of sex and torture, before taking a candle-lit bath and snuggling into bed.
Sure, sometimes Reid isn't paying attention and accidentally cooks batteries and rice, instead of beans and rice. Once in a while the neighbors start getting a little too nosy. Occasionally Reid breaks through his haze of drugs and pain enough to pick a fight.
But overall, their life is a peaceful one.
(((((Murderer)))))
Sometimes, if Reid is really, really good, Morgan will tell him a bed time story.
They curl up in bed, Morgan solid body spooning Reid's frail one, his dark fingers absently tracing the fresh wounds on his thighs while he whispers dark words in the younger man's ears.
He tells him about the others, those before. About the Filipino who screamed to his very last breath, the football quarterback who passed out at the sight of his own blood. One night, Morgan even tells him about his First.
He wasn't the nameless little boy found in an alleyway, like the police think. Thought that boy had, unknowingly, sealed his fate, and the fate of over thirty others.
When Morgan had seen that body, he had known implicitly how it had come to be there. He had seen the mark of the monster, and somewhere deep inside of him it had lit the spark of revenge.
In the shadowed twilight of their bedroom Morgan recounted every scream, every tear he had cut out of Carl Buford, in gory detail.
Reid listened in wide eyed fascination, drinking in every word. Then he made Morgan promise to reenact it on him the next day.
(((((Murderer)))))
Some part of Reid knows this isn't right. He knows some of the people he talks to don't really exist. He knows it shouldn't feel so good to dig his fingers into the cuts on his skin and stroke the bone underneath.
Sometimes he thinks about 'normal' life. He's barely seventeen. Others his age are worrying about prom and zits. He doesn't worry about anything.
Morgan takes care of him. Morgan gives him pleasure like no one else ever has. Morgan makes the other people, the other voices in his head go quiet. When he's chained to the old wooden table downstairs and Morgan is painting artwork in his blood, he's safe, because nothing is going to happen that Morgan doesn't want.
Some part of him knows this isn't right. Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be normal.
But then Morgan comes home, and his world suddenly makes sense again and he doesn't need to wonder about normal and right, because what he has is so much better.
(((((Murderer)))))
One night as they're settling into bed, Morgan orders Reid to tell him a story.
So Reid tells him about his father. About Riley Jenkins and the bloody clothes. He tells Morgan about playing chess with his father, and about the 'rewards' he got whenever he won.
He always won.
He talks about how he'd cried when his mother had sent his father away.
He talks about the boys in high school who stole his clothes and tied him to the flag pole. He talks about the erection that didn't go away until hours later.
He talks about the teacher who would play chess with him after school, about the bets they made. He talks about letting his teacher win, because punishments were even better than rewards.
He talks about how much he loves chess.
The next day, he teaches Morgan how to play.