Simon heard this mystery man say something to him, but again, he couldn’t fully hear him. He let out a delirious, delighted grin at the smile on the other man’s face, he must have done something good. Simon liked being good, at least, that was what the little voice in his head kept telling him and he chose to believe it. “I think I’m in love with you…” he finally slurred out, giving this angel of a man a look of pure adoration. He must be the one who saved Simon, although from what Simon didn’t remember. Nonetheless, he felt pure ecstasy looking him.
Yeong chuckled at Simon’s reaction to him. A pleased hum rang from his throat as a hand reached out to pat Simon on the cheek. “Buen chico,” he said. Whether or not Simon knew a bit of Spanish, it was clearly a bit of praise that was said judging by Yeong’s tone and the smile on his lips.
He turned back to the surgeon, devilish smile back on his lips. “It’s perfect. When will the procedure be fully finished?” he asked, a bit impatient to get Simon back to his new home- with him.
The surgeon ran some sort of device almost like a metal magic wand over Simon, this closed his body up with not even a scar. His body was fully healed, it seemed, with not even a scratch to show for his previous rebellious encounter. The previous Eye didn’t like rebellion, but did seem to be fond of Simon. After her suspiciously violent death, Yeong had been rushed to the place of her absence. She had been a ruthless woman, but Yeong, from the looks of him, would be more so. Thus, Simon had been revived from his sinful slumber and had his memory wiped, thoughts reset, and more technology implanted in him to help him see The Truth of The Eye.
“All yours, oh Gracious Eye.” the surgeon said, not a touch of sarcasm in their voice. They were, to all intents and purposes, serious.
Simon felt himself be unstrapped from the table, he was a bit sore now that the drugs were wearing off. It would hurt even more later. He sat up gingerly, then looked to Yeong for direction.
Yeong had been waiting for this time to come. He had worked his ass off for quite some time to work up to being the previous Eye’s second in command. He admired her, and wanted to be like her. He was also so deeply envious of everything that she had. The second she passed away, all power immediately went to him, and he relished in it. That was a huge reason why he was doing all of this to Simon- power. Sure, there was also the bit of lust and satisfaction that came along with it, but it was mostly because he was power hungry. He saw Simon as being an opportunity to mold someone into something great.
Once Simon sat up, he rested his hand on his bare shoulder. “Looks nice, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked the surgeon with a raised brow. A bit of a trick question. Of course Simon looked nice, but he also hated others looking at what was his. He was a tad possessive, but who could blame him. “How about some clothes for mi amor, yeah? Can’t have him walking around like this.”
The surgeon merely shrugged, then nodded to Yeong’s request. They stepped out of the room, procured a baggy pair of scrubs and undergarments and, walking back in and helping Simon stand up, dressed the young man in the scrubs in a clinically detached manner then exited the room to give him and Yeong some privacy. Simon had relied on the balance of the surgeon to stand, and upon the surgeon leaving he collapsed into Yeong, letting out a little startled noise as he did so.
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Yeong chuckled at the man’s lack of answer. It was the best he could have given. Anything else and he would have given the man a swift punishment. He watched them dress Simon, and he sighed to himself. They would have to go and get Simon some real clothes that properly suited him.
When Simon fell, Yeong quickly grabbed onto him to support his weight. With the surgeons gone and a little bit more privacy, his hand placement was suggestive. One hand rested on Simon’s waist, the other grabbing onto his ass. “Careful there, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “Why don’t I take you home so you can rest, hm? You must be exhausted, mi amor.”
Simon flushed red, and he didn’t even know why. He still could barely register the man’s speech, much less understand and process it to any degree. But as his hearing came back, he registered the last part of what Yeong said. “Please,” he said, weariness growing on him fast like shackling vines.
He didn’t really notice or care about the suggestive way Yeong was holding him. He mostly just needed to rest, he knew somehow that the pain he was feeling was not the worst of it.
Yeong smiled and gave Simon’s backside a little pat. “Good,” he replied in a pleased tone. He quickly swept Simon off his feet, holding him bridal style in his arms. Simon clearly had a bit of trouble keeping his balance, and Yeong enjoyed showing off. He loved the attention he got from being the Eye. It was one of his favorite things about the position.
Yeong carried Simon out of the room, using his foot to kick the door open. He assumed his car would be pulled around front, or it should be. If not, someone would be getting in trouble that day. Sure enough, the sleek, black SUV style car was parked out front. A man jumped from the front seat to open the door, and Yeong set Simon down before climbing in alongside him.
Simon allowed himself to drift off, beginning to snore as his mind left his body, going off to other planes…
What did they do to you?
“Hmm?” Dream Simon asked, for he was dreaming here, in this empty white space that hurt his eyes yet simultaneously soothed his mind.
What. Did. They. Do. To. You? the voice called out again, just barely on the edge of noticing. Simon, again Dream Simon, pondered this for a minute before choosing to simply not answer. Dream voices were bad, they made you question things. Question yourself, the Eye, everything. A sharp pain hit him as he resolved to this motive, and suddenly, the pain hit him like a tsunami.
Real-life Simon awoke screaming in agony on a plush bed, dressed in fine clothes instead of the scrubs from before. One hand clutched at his chest, the other his stomach, as he writhed about in pain from the surgery. He let out a pathetic whimper, this hurt and he was probably dying and he didn’t know how to stay alive.
Yeong had made sure the servants of his house took the best care of Simon. He had drilled it into them to do anything he asked, and to respect Simon like they would respect himself. If they didn’t, and he found out, he would make sure that reparations were paid.
While Simon slept, Yeong took the time to get himself properly cleaned up. He showered, shaved, and dressed himself up ‘nice’. Dressing himself up, in his eyes, was throwing on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He rolled his sleeves up, not liking how restrictive the material was. He fixed his hair up, making sure every little strand was in place. Nothing could be out of line.
After he finished getting cleaned up, Yeong went to the room they had put Simon in. He thought Simon may like his own space, though he planned on having the male in his own bed more often than not. He dragged up a chair, setting it next to the bed and taking a seat in it. He scrolled on his smart phone, waiting for Simon to wake up so they could talk more.
Yeong hadn’t expected Simon to wake up the way he did though. When he suddenly screamed, Yeong cursed loudly, flinching in his seat from the surprise. “Can someone get the fuck in here?!” he shouted, knowing his staff was waiting outside the door. He rested his hand on Simon’s arm, shushing him and trying to soothe him.
Simon belted out a horrifying screech at Yeong touching him, batting an arm out in an attempt to remove the touch. Staff rushed into Simon’s room, surrounding Simon as he flailed, pinning him down so they could take vitals to figure out what was wrong with him and enact a plan as quickly as possible. However, Simon’s superior strength flung them all off, his eyes flashing over as he curled into himself, scratching at his stomach in an attempt to remove whatever was inside him that was causing so much pain. He nearly succeeded in ripping himself open, blood staining the sheets as he tore his skin. But a staff member stabbed into his neck something akin to a tranquilizer, and he finally went still, everything fading to black the moment the drug hit his system.
“Almighty Eye, are you alright?” a female staff member asked, voice filled with concern for only Yeong.
Yeong had shoved himself back away from the bed, standing up quick enough that the chair went tumbling over behind him. Everything happened so quick, and he stood there after it was over, feeling shocked. He didn’t answer the female staff member, staring at Simon instead. “What the fuck was that?!” he shouted angrily, not to anyone in particular.
“I need to speak to that fucking surgeon immediately,” he spat, picking up his cellphone to dial the number he was given. He was ready to chew the man out. He had been told of some negative reactions, but he was unprepared for such an intense breakdown that resulted in Simon hurting himself in the process.
The surgeon picked up as soon as they were dialed. “Greetings and good tidings, Gracious Eye. Is there anything I can do to assist?” they said, it sounded like they were busy with something else but you couldn’t quite tell what they were doing. Meanwhile, Simon was coming to, the tranquilizer was only meant to hit someone for but a moment and then disperse, leaving enough time to strap them down. He began to scream and howl out again, the staff trying their darndest to keep him from hurting himself and obviously failing. What did they do to me, to make this hurt so badly? was Simon’s mental mantra, he needed to figure this out if it killed him.
“I see.” the surgeon replied as soon as the screaming hit their ears. “This is normal. Don’t let him hurt himself too much, but don’t give him any pain medication. It might interfere with the current medication that took his sinful mind away and brought him back into the light, and we can’t have that.” they said, matter-of-factly.
Yeong looked over at Simon woke up and began to scream again. He cursed under his breath, listening to the person on the other line. “How long is this going to last for?” he pressed. A day? Weeks? Longer? He was eager to begin molding Simon into perfection, and this was putting a real damper on his plans.
“Get something to restrain him,” He told close closest staff member before pressing the phone back to his ear. There had to be something that they could restrain him with that would withstand his unnatural strength. The last thing he needed was for Simon to rip his stomach open and bleed out all over the bedsheets. He didn’t need his new toy breaking so soon.
The staff member hurried out, seeming to know something that would work. The rest of the staff kept trying to get Simon to settle, but to no avail. He was too powerful, but when the staff member arrived back with a strange, heavy looking pair of cuffs they were immediately used to strap Simon’s hands behind his back. He kicked and attempted to fight the staff off, but they eventually won over and he was effectively restrained. One of the staff members pressed a few buttons on the cuffs, and they enveloped Simon in a substance like amber mesh, however it was a thin layer that only brought itself up to his neck and no further, allowing for room to breathe. Simon began to panic even more, but at least the material allowed him to move slightly, suspending him without fully encasing. He took in shallow, quick breaths that eventually returned to a normal rate of deeper breathing, yes, but without the edge of panic to it.
“I assume it will only be a few more hours. If it’s longer than two days that might be cause for concern, his body and mind will attempt to reject the machinery but it should settle down very soon. This has happened with other subjects before, it will happen with Simon.” they said, all too calm for the scene that had just happened.
Yeong breathed out, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. Only a couple of hours. He could deal with that. He could get some work done in the mean time. He took one more look towards Simon before turning and heading to the door. “I’ll be in my office, let me know when he’s calm,” he said to the staff that were still there before stepping out.
Yeong headed up the steps and down the hall, going into his office. He shut the door behind him before flopping down into the chair at the desk. He leaned back with a sigh as he kicked his feet up onto the desk. He didn’t have much patience. It was a bit spoiled and selfish of him, but he wanted Simon to hurry up and get over this little bump in the road so he could play with his new toy. He had work to do in the meantime though, but guessed he would be distracted while doing it.
Simon snapped his head up with a helpless expression as Yeong left, but immediately doubled back over in pain just as quickly as he’d moved. He continued to cry out for a few hours but, as told, he eventually calmed down, small sniffles and sobbing sounds eventually dying out until all he could do was sleep. He slept for a few hours more, the surgeon came in to remove the cuffs and mesh and take some vitals, and then Simon awoke feeling far better and almost energized in a manic sort of way, getting up before the staff could stop him and going to seek out Yeong. “Hi,” was all he said, tone shy, embarrassed, as he fidgeted and drew into himself at the sight of the Eye in his office. Simon was covered in his own blood, clothes torn and stomach mauled.
Yeong was finished with his work fairly quickly. While he had procrastinated, he also didn’t have too much to do. Still, he wished he could just hire someone to do the boring work for him. But in doing so, that would mean he would have to share his power. That, he absolutely did not want.
He heard footsteps approaching and was about to ask who was coming to bother him, but when he looked up, he saw it was his dear Simon. Covered in blood and scratched up, but still his. Much more calm as well. He wondered who decided to let Simon present himself to him looking that way. He would surely be giving some of his staff a strongly worded scolding. “Ay, mi amor. Feeling all better? Why haven’t you gotten cleaned up?” he hummed, resting his chin on his folded hands that were propped up against the desk by his elbows. He had an easygoing smile on his lips.
Simon stepped backwards, unsure if he should speak or stay silent, he didn’t know what was better. “Missed you,” he finally stammered out, voice so quiet it was practically a whisper. He then stepped closer to Yeong, knowing somehow that he was supposed to be safe with this man, knowing somehow that this was where he was meant to be.
“Should I clean off?” Simon asked, seeming genuinely confused by whether he needed to or not. Dried blood flakes fluttered when he bent his torso slightly, hunching into himself. He still didn’t know if he felt safe, even though he knew he was supposed to.
Yeong stood up from the desk chair, approaching Simon like he would a stray dog. “I missed you too. Let’s get you cleaned up now and into some more comfortable attire,” he suggested. He slipped his arm around Simon’s waist, tugging him close to his side. He led Simon out of the office, shooting a glare in the direction of his staff as they passed.
Upon arriving to the large bathroom, Yeong shut and locked the door behind them. He had his staff grab a change of clothes for Simon, which were left on the bathroom sink. He left Simon for a moment, stepping to the large tub and turning the water on. “How are you feeling, mi amor?” He asked, arms reaching to wrap around Simon’s waist securely.
Simon followed Yeong to the bathroom, undressing quickly by ripping of the remnants of clothing into shreds and allowing them to fall in pieces to the floor. He startled at the arms around his waist, yet simultaneously leaned into the touch. Never had he been touched so much in his life as with Yeong, and even if he didn’t remember many details, he certainly knew this was unnatural for people not meant to be of any relation than comrades, like king and servant, to touch so much.
“Hmm,” he hummed, face flushing deeply as he leaned into Yeong as if he wished to bury himself within the man’s ribcage.
Yeong’s eyes had followed Simon’s every movement as he undressed. It almost appeared predatory, like he just couldn’t wait to get the chance to eat Simon alive. He chuckled at Simon’s lack of answer, rubbing circles on his hips slowly. His head turned to look at the water filling the tub, and he let go of Simon so he could shut it off. He felt the water with his fingertips, thinking it was a good temperature.
“Let’s get you cleaned up now,” he soothed, hands on Simon’s arms as he helped him into the tub. He sat down on the ledge of it, fingers running lazily through Simon’s hair. “Do you know what my name is?” he asked, wondering how much the memory wipe had removed. He knew that bits of him were sprinkled into Simon’s head so a connection would form right away, but he had no idea how many details Simon was aware of.
Simon scrubbed at the wounds, peeling off dried blood and bits of scabs, the water quickly turning a rusty red. He began to ponder on Yeong’s question- did he know the man’s name? He didn’t know exactly, but was sure he’d figure it out if given time. He did just that, take time, hemming and hawing around about the query and trying his best to think of a good answer. “No,” was what he finally settled on, looking very ashamed that he couldn’t find it.
Yeong continued to stroke through Simon’s hair in a soothing manner. He was a bit annoyed that Simon had no idea who he was, but he could fix that quickly. “I’m Yeong Navarro- The Eye. I’m your boyfriend, remember? You took a really hard fall, mi amor. It will come back to you soon,” he explained, spreading his legs a bit as he adjusted how he sat. He thought of a follow up question, now. “Do you remember who you are? Anything at all, like your name?”
Simon sat back. Of course he remembered his name, it was…
He’d lost it. He’d lost it, now. But as quickly as his mind slipped away, it slithered back within his soul.
“Simon. Simon Fallengrove.” he said, blinking twice to get the tears that had nearly formed out of his eyes. “Yeong. Yeong Navarro.” he tasted the name in his mouth, it was as bloody as he was now. He finished scrubbing off, then reached out for help standing. “You’re the… the Eye? My… boyfriend? I wonder, how, when, what I did to deserve such a gracious and powerful being to love me as you do.” he said, this time the tears fell freely as he clutched at Yeong’s shirt. “What did I do?” he murmured.
