Title: Dark Ambition
Disclaimer: Not Mine, No Profit Made
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Warnings: Mentions of Torture, Rape, Murder and Character Death. UnSub!Morgan (The Sub), UnSub!Reid (The Dom)
Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Mentions of Morgan/Reid/Hotch non-con and Hotch/Reid non-con. Illusions to M/R non-con
Summary: Reid thinks about what was, what is and what, very soon, will be.
Prompt: CM Prompt Meme: Round Three, AU: one (or more) of the team members as a serial killer
A/N: This is a short but very dark drabble. Take not of warnings.

He was a sight indeed, standing in the sunlight with his Ray Bans on. Looking every inch the officious agent. All Reid wanted in this world was to see that man knelt before him, bruised and bleeding, pleading and begging.

For his life? For an end to the pain? For more pain? Reid didn't care, all he knew was that if he didn't have that man soon, he was going to loose it. He savored this, this feeling of stalking his prey. It was made even more luxurious by the success that preceded it. After all, the last time he had felt this strongly about someone, it had worked out so beautifully.

Lost in his thoughts, he missed the approach of his lover and was startled by a pair of arms wrapping firmly around him and a hard body pressed against his back.

"Enjoying the view?" Morgan asked, voice husky. Aaron Hotchner was a shared fantasy for them. A fantasy that was never quite satisfied by the inadequate fools they targeted. Like the one who's remains they where surrounded by.

Reid remembered the first time he and his partner had walked into a crime scene of their own doing, trying to act professional, it was all Reid could do to hide the bulge in his pants from being back there. Reliving the most pleasurable night.

He loved it when they fought back, he always beat them and they always looked so surprised. He smirked at the thought of one day being able to view that same terrified bafflement in the eyes of every swine who'd pushed him around as a child.

"Mmm." He responded, rubbing his body against Morgan's. He was always amorous when working a new crime scene from these particular UnSubs.

On the run for 3 years now, they are thought to be a pair of anger-excitation rapists and murderers. They beat, restrain, rape and then strangle men aged 30 to 50 and both homosexual or possibly bi-sexual.

One dominant, the psychopath. He would have had a troubled childhood, likely abandoned by his father leading to a troubled, perhaps unusually close, relationship with his mother. He would have suffered severe torment in his youth either at the hand of a sibling or school-yard bullies. Able to fit in to society with ease, and probably presents himself as submissive in everyday life. He gets off on seeing fear in other peoples eyes, it makes him feel powerful after a life time of having his power taken from him.

The submissive, the sociopath, would have also had a troubled childhood. Losing a parent at a young age, probably in a violent manner. Also likely subjected to some form of abuse leading to repressed anger that he now takes out on his victims, who he sees as rival's for his Dom's attention. In his youth he would have become a petty criminal; acts of vandalism, petty theft. Displays a rebellious stance against authority. He feels like he derives an identity, a purpose, from the Dom. His job is to protect the Dom, to give him whatever he wants, to make him happy. He worships him and would find it hard to refuse him anything he wanted, especially susceptible to manipulation from the Dom.

Most likely scenario for the long term future of this killing team is the sub eventually becoming jealous of the victims, of the fact that they bring the Dom a greater degree of happiness that he can hope to. He would likely start acting out, trying to regain the Dom's attention. It is very likely that the Dom would grow tired of the subs antics and eventually kill him and continue on his own until he finds another to serve him. He may even, if he feels powerful enough, try to condition one of his captives into servitude through torture and encouragement of Stockholm Syndrome.

God, he loved going over that profile in his head. Knowing that the team read it over and over again and yet never realized that they where sat next to the UnSubs themselves, discussing the case with them, being easily manipulated and coerced into all the wrong directions. It wasn't just useful, it was down right hilarious.

Morgan's hand on his crotch snapped him back to reality. Moaning quietly in pleasure, Reid pushed back more insistently against his lover.

'My sub' his mind added with great pleasure. The sheer devotion and trust in Morgan's eyes whenever he convinced him that the next target was a perfect one. When his partner in crime recorded him as he tightened the rope around their toys neck while he took him, lubricated by spit and blood, striving for climax. It was something to behold and it gave him great satisfaction to see it.

'It wont stop me getting him out of my way if he follows the path the profile suggests. The last thing I need after spending so long building this inconspicuous little life is for some jack ass to go seeking attention.'

Not that Morgan needed to know that of course.

Focusing on the present, he opened his eyes and stared down from the second story bedroom window, the bedroom currently empty of other officers of agents but full of the blood of his victim. Hotch was standing on the street, talking with the LEO's.

Since before Morgan, since the moment he shook Hotch's hand on his first day, he had known he had to have him. He had to see that man break. It would be his crowning achievement. Married FBI chief, master of control, begging for him to mark him, to hurt him, to tear into him just one more time.

The thought alone was enough to keep Reid going, determined to one day meet his goal. Hotch was, just like Morgan had been, a loyal servant who just hadn't been shown he was so yet. But Spencer had plans, and soon? Aaron Hotchner would forget all about his life before. All he would know was pain, pleasure and Spencer Reid.

End.