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: Really sorry about the wait guys, but I haven't given up! Read, Review,
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The days pass in a haze for Reid; a blissful haze of drugs, and pain, rippled chocolate flesh.
At first Morgan had refused to give him the drugs. It was the only thing they'd ever argued about.
He had begged, and whined, and screamed, and bargained, and sulked, and broken furniture. Eventually Morgan realized they were both better off when Reid was high.
Most of the time, Reid doesn't know what Morgan gives him, and he doesn't care. Morgan is in control, Morgan takes care of him, Morgan makes sure he doesn't take too much, but he always has enough.
(((((Murderer)))))
Inevitably, the neighbors began to wonder. They weren't a particularly nosey neighborhood, which had been part of why Morgan and Reid had chosen it, and they were fairly liberal as a whole.
At first the new couple had seem perfectly nice. A little younger perhaps, especially the smaller skinny one, and they weren't terribly social, but everyone just assumed they were shy.
But as time went on, they couldn't help but become suspicious.
Morgan was careful; of course, he wasn't stupid. He'd sound proofed the basement as soon as they moved in.
He rarely touched Reid's face, it was too beautiful to scar, and Reid liked to wear clothes that covered nearly all of the rest of his skin anyway, so there was little risk of the abuse being visible.
But sometimes, things happened. Like any couple, they fought sometimes, but their arguments were generally more violent and just purely more… strange.
People tended to notice when the normally kind, placid young man across the street climbed up on the roof at four in the morning and started screaming about acid baths and Nazis.
But of course Morgan was very smooth and charming, and managed to calmly explain everything away.
However, not all concerns could be completely put to rest and a vague uneasiness continued to pervade the general opinion of the neighborhood. No one ever said anything straight up, and no one did anything about it, but when they became bored with their otherwise mundane lives, they often liked to gossip about the strange couple. They very quickly stopped inviting the two to barbeques or taking them plates of baked goods, which was just as well since Morgan and Reid preferred to be left alone anyway.
It was a quiet street, and no one liked to make a fuss. But still, in the dark of the night, when the occasional strange noise came from the odd little house, they all couldn't help but wonder what really went on behind those closed doors and lacey curtains.