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Macgyver's POV
The comms go silent for a minute. "Changed your mind?" I inquire. "Of course not, Macgyver. Just thinking of exactly what to say that'll get you so riled up you'll be begging to come here and let me fuck you." Murdoc whispers. "Can't see that happening." I respond, choosing to ignore the fact I had done almost exactly that last night. "Boy scout?" Murdoc mutters, his voice as smooth as ever. "Yes Murdoc?" "I want to handcuff you to the bed and use you. Watch you squirm under me until you physically can't take the pleasure any more." I pause at his words, swallowing. I have to suppress any feelings I may have. "I'd never let you handcuff me, I'm not that stupid." He ignores my remark. "I want to edge you until you're begging to cum for me. I want you to admit that you're mine and I own you, that no one else can ever touch you." He whispers. I immediately blush, styling silent. "If you were here right now, Angus, I would pin you against the wall, kissing you. Biting down on your neck again just how I know you like it. I'd lift you up, so you could wrap your legs around my waist, and grind into you until you were begging for me to be inside you." I look around, trying to act normal, I see Jack walking towards me. Oh God, not now. I can feel myself getting firm, all because of a fucking psychopath. "Dude, what the fuck?" Jack says, walking towards me "I fucking lost him. Why'd you stop?" "Uh- I- I just had a bad feeling." I manage to get some words out, praying Jack won't look down and realize the bulge in my trousers is getting larger by the second. Murdoc continues to whisper into my ear. "I want to breed you, Angus. I want to cum inside of you and keep pounding it into you." "Fuck." I mutter under my breath. "Are you okay, Mac? You're really sweaty and you look...almost in pain?" Jack asks me. "I-im fine, Jack. I just don't feel great, that's why I couldn't follow you." "Oh. Shit, man. You could've said something, you wanna go back to Phoenix? We've definitely lost that guy anyway. We can catch him another day." Jack smiles. "Uh, y-yeah, sounds good." I reply.
We get into the car, Jack drives. Murdoc's still whispering criminally inappropriate things into my ear. "Oh Angus~ I know you can hear me still. I hope you're enjoying this little show I'm putting on for you. I hope you're imaging every single thing I've said." "Shut the fuck up." I whisper. Jack looks at me, obviously having heard it. "Do you need me to pull over, dude? You really don't look well. Hey, did your comms ever start working again?" "I'm fine, thanks Jack. U-um, no, nope. Still bugged." I reply, it being hard to talk with how turned on I am. "It's so cute how you lie to him, not willing to admit you're horny for a sociopath?" I can hear Murdoc smirking through my headset, "gotta say though, Macgyver. I didn't think you'd last this long, I thought you'd be here by now." I scowl at his words, not replying this time, as I don't want Jack to think I'm insane. We arrive back at Phoenix. "Buddy, I'm gonna stay in the car for a minute. Go in without me, I'll be along soon." I say to Jack, attempting to smile. "Okay, take your time." Jack smiles back and shuts the car door. "Awh, I was having fun listening to you try to suppress your emotions whilst talking to Mr Dalton." Murdoc utters. "Stop talking. Just stop. Drop it, I'm not coming back until later." I seethe. "But Angus, it's so much fun teasing you like this, and no one's going to mind if you desert your post for a while." He speaks. "Yes they will. Murdoc, please. This isn't funny, I want to do my job." "Your body is saying otherwise~" "how do you know that?" "C'mon, Macgyver. You really think I'd hack your comms without setting up cameras to view you too? You should probably deal with the situation in your trousers before you head back into Phoenix, if you really insist on not coming back home." I should've expected the cameras, but I'm not exactly thinking straight today. He is, annoyingly, right. Its a miracle Jack didn't notice, but if I don't deal with this, someone else will notice. I get out of the car and quickly rush to the nearest bathroom inside the building, locking the door behind me. I sit down on the lid of the toilet, sighing. "Now be a good boy and deal with yourself for me." Murdoc communicates. I slowly start palming myself through my trousers. "That's my boy. Keep doing that, I love watching you get off." I despise that his voice turns me on. In fact, every sentence he says turns me on more. "Fuck. This isn't enough." I breathe. "I told you you should come home, cupcake. There's still time." Murdoc whispers. I keep palming myself, hoping that it'll somehow start to be enough. "I loathe you, Murdoc. This wasn't the deal. Don't interfere with my work again." I seethe. "I would agree, but this is the hottest you've ever looked, Macgyver. All sweaty in your suit, desperately palming yourself for me." I moan at his words, I hate him. I hate him so much...but I need him. I pull out my phone and text Jack. 'Really don't feel well. Have to head home, sorry.'
Time skip to about 20 minutes later, Macgyver has just arrived home.
I practically bust the front door down, in a mix of anger and desperation. "Murdoc, where the fuck are you?" I shout out. "Right here, boy scout." He's stood in the doorway of my bedroom, all smug. I bound towards him, pushing him into my room and onto my bed as I kiss him aggressively. "I knew I could make you this desperate with a little pushing." "Shut your goddamn mouth. Don't fuck with me at work again." "Fine, if you insist." "Good....I fucking need you." We speak between kisses, with fast breath and the scent of desperation filling the room. "You need me? So my teasing worked." I moan into our kisses, barely being able to reply to him. "Show me." I mutter. "Show you what, Angus. Use your words." "What you were saying to me earlier. Show me what you wanted to do." I moan. He pulls me up off of the bed, and slams me against the wall, pushing me into it, holding both of my hands above my head with one of his. He uses his free hand to unzip my trousers, pulling them, but not my boxers down. I look at him, a little confused. "I've always imagined doing this to you, boy scout, but I'm so glad it's finally happening." He moves down my body, kissing every inch. He pulls my boxers down with his teeth, and wraps his lips around my cock. I throw my head back against the wall, finally receiving pleasure after hours of being teased. "Fuck, Murdoc, that feels so good." He moves his head back and forth, taking my whole length. My legs start shaking, I involuntarily move one of my hands down to grip his hair, for stability. He holds my thighs in place with his big hands, not stopping for even a second at the job he's doing. "Murdoc, I'm close already- shit-" I moan. Murdoc pulls his mouth off, wiping it with his hand. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, boy scout." He smirks up at me.
He moves his way back up to me, unbuckling his belt as he does. He kisses me once again, I can taste myself on him. Suddenly, he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, wondering how he's this strong, as he doesn't look it. He spits on his hand, and moves it down towards my entrance, circling his fingers around it. "Murdoc, please." "Please what?" "Just fuck me already." "Good boy." He slowly pushes himself into me. I almost scream with pleasure. He very slowly starts to thrust into me. "Don't take it slow. I need you. All of you." I manage to say, in between moans. He immediately speeds up, pounding into me. The sound of skin filling the room. He bites down onto my neck again, almost sending me over the edge. I dig my nails into his back, definitely hard enough to leave scratch marks. "You take it so well, Angus." Murdoc whispers into my ear. He reaches down to my cock, and wraps his hand around it. "Murdoc, aah-" I moan and immediately cum all over his hand. He continues to fuck up into me, stroking my dick. I make eye contact with him. "I had to wait all day for you, I'm making this worth it." He smirks. I bury my head into his shoulder, already overstimulated, not having a chance to come down from my high. With a few powerful thrusts, Murdoc spills inside of me. Not stopping for even a second, he continues to pound into me, as hard as he can. "Who owns you?" He smirks. I'm too high to care about anything else right now. "You own me, Murdoc." "Good boy." He holds onto me tightly, and transfers me onto the bed, still inside me. I lay on my back, Murdoc on top of me, my legs still wrapped around him. He places a hand on my neck, and gently squeezes. I moan, throwing my head back again. "I've discovered another kink, then." He chuckles. "Harder." I choke my words out. He hardens his grip on my neck, making eye contact with me. He reaches his other hand back down to my cock, stroking it again. "You're driving me insane." I moan, breathing heavily. "Good. That's how I like it." He replies. "Fuck, Murdoc. I'm gonna cum again." "Come for me, Angus." The second he commands me, I spill all over his hand again. I feel him come inside me again. He collapses on top of me. My legs finally unlock, falling down, no longer wrapped around him. We lay here for a while, breathing and sweating. He eventually gets up off of me, and grabs a few tissues. "What're you doing?" I ask. "Cleaning you up." He replies. "First of all, why? Second of all, I can just shower." I tilt my head, confused. "Macgyver, I told you that you didn't know half of how much I care. If you don't like it, I'll stop." I stay silent, I do definitely like it, but I can't say I believe that he cares. "Why would you care about me?" I question. "Angus. You're the most beautiful human I've ever come into contact with. I wish I didn't care for you, but I've spent too long fighting it." He admits, looking cutely vulnerable. I have a well known psychopath hitman here, being vulnerable with me. I should be arresting him, but I couldn't. Not now. I highly dislike it, but it's making me see a human side to him. "I never thought I'd hear you say anything like that. Unless you're lying?" I ask. "I'm not lying. But I suppose you'll never know." He smirks, "and by the way, no way you'd be able to have a shower now. I doubt your legs will work for a couple of days." He chuckles. "You're kidding. I have work." I reply. "Well you don't now." His chuckle turns into an actual laugh. For the first time ever, it looks like he's genuinely smiling. Not that weird, creepy smile he does, but a genuine one. Is taming a psychopath really this easy? He tucks me into bed, and settles on the floor. A few minutes pass by. "Get in the fucking bed." I whisper. I hear a shuffle and feel him slide in bed next to me. "I still hate you, you know." I say. "Whatever you say, boy scout." I hear him chuckle again, as I slowly fall asleep.