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No. 29 Brainwashing

Thank you so much for ur ask AND ur patience omg @mischiellis. Of course!!!! I had to do WS!mac for this omg. Everyone should definitely check out @anguishmacgyver winter mac tag as she was on the one to first get me thinking of this as well 🥰

ONE.

It's cold when you awaken, words lingering in the back of your hind brain, lizard terror licking at your spine.

You are cold, tired, tundra that isn't ice lingering, it seeps into your bones, your joints. Your legs are numb, they haven't returned to you yet.

Someone stands in front of you, and your head lifts, heavy, lopsided. The man speaks, but you do not hear him. He's standing on your left side, where all you can hear is the whine of a drill, the ring of encompassing silence.

The man is familiar, someone you think you might have known all those years ago, but you know only the barest of details. Non mission critical details have been all but worn from your mind.

But even still, those brown eyes that are not as soft as you remember linger in your peripherals.

TWO.

They leave you there, for only a few minutes. You count the seconds by how your body aches, how long it takes for your legs to come online, to return to you. How your hearing returns, buzzing like an insect.

You feel only coldness, only ice and metal beneath your fingers, your body. The machine whirls, gearing up.

With a noise you cannot describe, the man, kind eyes now cold and distant, he no longer looks like the man you once knew, steps further into view.

He speaks with an American accent.

Once upon a time, you think you did too.

THREE.

"Paperclip."

You freeze. You know what is coming. You almost wish you didn't. Something crawls up your twisted spine, digs into the graves of your ribs. You think you are afraid.

"Brother."

That feeling grows, your throat, so silent until now, gives way, you cannot breathe. You reach a shaking hand out, but the man does not stop. Why doesn't he stop, you always said you would never hurt me, Ja- (the name spirals out of reach.)

"Oversight."

Your hand drops to your side, you did not want it to. You lose slow motion of your own body, a ghost with which you cannot control. You are not in control.

You haven't been for so very long now.

"Codex."

Everything slips, as if something is slipping from him, sideways, second by second, minutes to hours to days.

The feeling stills your chest, barely rising. The whirring of your legs stop, the World seems to stand still.

Those unkind eyes stare into you. You think you had a home, before. But assets are weapons, are tools. You do not deserve them. You have not been a good weapon.

"Disarm."

The fear is gone now, slipping away, as fogged as the memory. You feel metal around your wrist, think briefly, vaguely, dizzily, of a leather cuff around an unknown wrist, of small metal tags against a pale, gunshot chest.

"Alone."

Those memories slip away, and you are left adrift. Oceanic wide, your mind is blank. Your hearing has returned, your legs are heavy, you do not blink. That man stares down at you. You do not recognise him.

"Are you ready?" You are asked.

"Ready to comply." You say. Your mouth is not your own. Your body is not your own.

You are not your own.

FOUR.

You shoot a man with kind, brown eyes. He has a leather cuff on one wrist. You think he calls you something, a title, a name maybe. Mac, you think.

No.  8 “I’d do anything for you”

@mischiellis that devil emoji is probably going to be needed <33

“I would do it for you, surely you must know this?” Murdoc asks, leaning against the wall of the train. His wrists flex in the cuffs, placed so thoughtfully over the cuffs of his leather gloves so as not to cut into the delicate skin. His Angus is far too sweet. Murdoc almost wants to eat him all up.

Dear Angus slants a look at him through his ruffled hair, eyes blue and neon in the relative darkness. He’s fiddling with the can opener on his Swiss Army Knife, the blade delicately handled in his long, slender fingers, punching it through the can of prefried bean rations his rabid little mutt had thrown at Murdoc. He flicks his gaze between the rations and Murdoc, like if he tears his gaze away, Murdoc will disappear. It’s an intoxicating thought, truly.

“I dread to think of what you’d do if I asked you anything.” Angus tells him, making a triumphant noise as he separates the tin, Murdoc mourns the loss of being able to see those talented fingers move. It’s simply a shame that he’s cuffed like he is, he wants to reach out, pull Angus closer, skirt his fingers over those hands, those pianist fingers.

“I’d do anything for you,” Murdoc confesses openly, perhaps half to see what his sweet Angus would do, to see if he’d look at Murdoc with those confused eyes, his open face flushed and vulnerable. Angus has the sweetest expressions, it’s almost simply irresistible to not poke at him. “But no, I truly would kill your father for you. It really is a very cathartic experience killing them with your own hands but I would very much be willing to get my hands dirty with James MacGyver’s blood on your behalf.”

“That- That is almost kind, Murdoc, I didn’t think you had it in you.” Angus seems taken aback, and Murdoc makes the most of it, leans closer, smells the citrus scent that lingers around Angus, wonders if he’d be able to taste it if he licked across the notch of his throat. 

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1. “Don’t touch them”

Rough brick scraped Mac’s cheek as the masked guard forcibly shoved him against the wall. His arm twisted behind him, he was unable to brace himself or slow down.

Heavy boots clomped into the cell and toward his teammates.

“Don’t touch them,” Mac threatened. Copper blossomed into his mouth as the jagged wall caught his lip.

The guard slammed him into the bricks harder and held him. With an ​oof,​ Mac’s lungs deflated.

Using what little air he had, he repeated, “Don’t touch them.”

Forced to look toward the iron bars, he couldn’t see them. But he heard it all; Bozer fighting, Riley resisting, and Jack being dragged from the room.

No. 58 "Do you know how beautiful you are? Its truly distracting."

@mischiellis 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love this one

He truly is incredible. His Angus, sprawled out in his lap, squirming, writhing. He's utterly naked, save the blush across his cheeks, the top of his chest. His Angus is sweetly intoxicating, and Murdoc can't get enough, feels like if he could keep his Angus here like this, he would so it forever.

"There we go, my darling," He murmurs, leans back against the back of the chair, has to clench Angus' hip roughly as Angus moans, head tipping back, throat a long lean line, bruises a loveletter and collar of Murdocs affection. He clenches tightly around Murdocs cock and he shivers. "Utterly gorgeous, sweet Angus, absolutely entrancing."

Angus whines, and Murdoc watches with delighted eyes how Angus shivers, back arching into Murdocs hands. How the sweet blush turns deeper, redder how his neon bright eyes are simply a thin ring around liquid pitch.

"Do you like that, my boy scout? Like it when I tell you how pretty you are, how delectable you look like this, squirming on my cock, dripping wet and so full of it? Do you like it when I tell you how you're such a smart, beautiful boy? Tell Daddy Murdoc, my dear, do yoou like it when I whisper sweet nothings in your ear?"

Angus whines, and he falls forward, tucks himself up close to Murdocs throat, a sweet curl of trust and beauty, crooning when Murdoc runs a hand down his spine, fits his fingers into the notches of it. Makes a half distant thought to make sure his Angus eats more.

"Do you even know how beautiful you are? Truly, it's incredibly distracting. When you bite your lip, your long fingers, your intelligence. You're truly distracting, My Angus, I hardly can look away."

"Murdoc please-" Angus shudders, fingers clenching on his shoulders, hips jolting forward, thighs tensing. "Please, oh god-"

"You're only going to be able to come, my sweet Angus, is if you let me tell you about how beautiful your everything is to me."

Hey there! I was hoping to see you. :) Thank you for the ask.

This one was another popular one. To the two anons, I got you right here.

The sentence starter asks a few months back got the ball rolling on this. It starts with Jack waking up in a nondescript room and Mac getting dragged in unconscious. Who/what/when/where remains a mystery for a while....until the pieces come together and the guys figure out Murdoc is behind it.

Here’s a small piece.

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In their partnership, it wasn’t the first time Jack had to turn Mac over while unsure of a spinal cord injury. But, encased in their bland prison, it was clear he couldn’t wait for an exfil med team—more importantly Mac couldn’t. Jack running practiced hands over his partner’s body checking for injury, anything signaling that moving Mac would be ill-advised.

He worked down with the professionalism of someone who didn’t just play a doctor on tv. Jack paused, his mind’s eye working down the checklist that was in his head. ABCs. Spine. Injuries. Consciousness. He was slow, but efficient; keeping a one-sided dialogue to sooth while telling Mac what he was doing.

“You know what this reminds me of? Moscow. Boris and Natasha kept us for a week before Patty located us. “Sorry bud, you probably don’t wanna think about that.” Jack shuttered as he remembered the sideways mission from five years before. The similarities scared him – being held captive, silent lackies with big muscles, and Mac beat to hell while he was mostly unharmed. He realized the memory’s surface halted his examination, and started again, “We’re getting out of here soon, Mac, I promise.”

As bones dipped and shifted with slight pressure given, his gut clenched, then dropped just like riding a rollercoaster. Damn. Somebody had worked Mac over good; breaking at least four ribs. His fingers stopped at the raised heat located where Mac’s kidneys were. Jack delicately pulled his partner’s dress shirt up and swore, finding Mac’s lower back painted in developing bruises.

All throughout Jack’s examination, Mac remained unconscious.

“Okay, I’m going to flip you over. Do me a favor and don’t wake up during this part, y’hear me?”