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Murdoc pulled the gas mask on and gleefully entered MacGyver’s bedroom. As expected, he was unconscious thanks to the knock out gas. Murdoc set down his equipment on the bed and turned to MacGyver. He ran his hands through the silk of MacGyver’s hair and cupped his cheek.
“Oh, Angus. We’re going to have so much fun together. But first, I’m going to make sure that no matter how many others you play with, you know that you’re mine.”
He gently removed MacGyver’s shirt and then set up the IV next to the bed, gently inserting a needle into MacGyver’s arm, making sure he would stay sedated. Walking over to the window he pulled it open to clear out the gas.
Once he moved back over to the bed, he sat down next to MacGyver and stroked over the skin of his hip, imagining what he was about do to while he waited for the drugs to fully kick in.
He opened a case and pulled out the tattooing needle, plugging it in and preparing it with black ink. He stroked over the skin of MacGyver’s hip again, splaying out his fingers and judging how large he wanted to make each letter so he would know where to start.
Slowly and carefully he ran the needle over MacGyver's skin. The capital M slowly formed itself about two inches tall and Murdoc paused to wipe away the blood and gauge the size of the lower case letters. He worked carefully, humming to himself and occasionally pausing to check MacGyver's pulse, enjoying the feel of his blood moving beneath his fingers. He finished the last letter and got up to fetch a clean, wet towel. He wiped MacGyver's hip down and admired his finished work.
“I can’t wait for you to wake up and see this, MacGyver. Every day you’ll look at my name and understand I’m never letting you go. You will always be mine.”
He then used the towel to wash the area with antibacterial soap and applied a thin layer of jelly and bandaged the area. He wanted to make sure the tattoo healed properly. He packed up his gear and removed the needle from MacGyver’s arm. He propped an envelope up on the nightstand, ran his fingers through MacGyver's hair one last time and left the house, whistling as he walked out the door.
MacGyver felt very groggy as he slowly woke up. His eyes searched out his clock and he was confused by the time. There was no way he’d been asleep for eighteen hours. Why hadn’t his phone rung? He tried to sit up and groaned at the pain in his side. He reached down and found a bandage on his left hip.
He stood up slowly and then headed to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, seeing that the bandage covered about ten inches, curling around the side of his hip. As he slowly peeled it off to get a look underneath he wondered what had happened to him. Had he forgotten being injured somehow?
As soon as he started removing the bandage he realized it was covering some kind of writing. He ripped the rest off and stared in shock at the addition to his body. Murdoc had tattooed MacGyver with his name! It was bad enough he carried a scar on his shoulder from Murdoc’s bullet. But somehow that bastard had broken into his house, knocked him out and dared to tattoo his name on MacGyver’s body like he somehow owned him!
He went back into his bedroom to get a shirt and finally noticed the note Murdoc had left behind.
Dear, Angus,
I hope you enjoy the latest of the the many marks I hope to inscribe across your skin. I can’t let you forget me when we’re apart.
Don’t even think of having it removed or I’ll have to do something much worse and next time, you won’t get to sleep through it.
Ta for now!
All my love,
Murdoc
MacGyver crumbled the note and almost screamed in rage. How dare that psychopath think he could do whatever he wanted to MacGyver and in his own home. Murdoc continued to do everything in his power to make sure there was nowhere Mac felt safe, not his home not the Phoenix. He wasn’t going to be forced to live in some high security bunker but he was finally going to give in to Jack’s insistence that Phoenix secure his home. The last thing he wanted was for Murdoc to keep his promise. Who knows what he would wake up with next time? With his sense of humor, he wouldn’t be surprised if Murdoc tattooed his face on Mac’s butt.