Yeong took Simon’s hand and gently helped him from the tub. He grabbed a nearby towel, beginning to assist in drying off Simon’s body. He wasn’t completely useless when it came to work. He had to take care of his mother for a while before he came into the position he was currently in. She had gotten sick when he was young, and he had always been a mamas boy.
He shushed Simon as he wrapped his arms back around his body. Simon’s pure admiration and astonishment sent a surge of confidence through him. Simon seemed to think of him as some god-like being, and he loved it. “You’re special,” he started as he turned Simon to face one of the large mirrors above the sink. He pressed his chest to Simon’s back, head dipping down to brush his lips against the side of Simon’s throat. His arms were wrapped securely around Simon’s waist. “Just look at yourself, mi niño bonito.”
Simon didn’t face himself in the mirror, for he hated what he saw. But still, he caught… glimpses. A ripped up torso, a face too youthful for how he felt inside, not the man he wanted to be yet too much man for his lover, at least, he assumed. His nude form, flat and toned chest, trailing slowly downwards to where a towel was held over his groin. Simon clutched at the towel, trying to keep it in place lest he hate what he found there. He already knew, but still. It was worth the thought. He shut his eyes, not knowing if he’d ever be symmetrical.
Yeong glanced up at Simon’s face in the reflection of the mirror. He let out a sigh, lips leaving the others neck. His hands stayed in place, rubbing circles onto his hips with his thumbs. “What are you hiding for, hm?” he asked, turning Simon around to face him. One of his hands left Simon’s face, gripping onto his chin and tilting it upwards so Simon would have to look at his face. One of his brows were arched in question, and his thumb stroked along Simon’s jaw lightly.
Simon shut his eyes even more tightly at that. But with the tender-torture touches, he felt ever compelled to open them. Eventually, curiosity won over and he opened them… to see Yeong, his face, handsome and so, so angelic to Simon. No, not Angelic. Godly…
Clutching the towel with one hand, he reached up to touch Yeong’s face, tracing the recently shaved roughness of it. He smiled, delirious again, but this time with a sort of love and adoration that couldn’t be ignored. “Don’t know. But I don’t need to hide with you, do I?” he grinned, showing his perfectly straight, perfectly pearly teeth.
Yeong smiled as Simon stared at him with adoration. He pressed his lips briefly to Simon’s forehead, curious as to how Simon would react to the little bits of affection. Clearly, he was like a drug to Simon. He wondered if that was mostly due to his title as the Eye or due to the brainwashing. Maybe both.
“Of course you don’t need to hide when you’re with me, amor,” he confirmed. He tilted his head against Simon’s hand, pressing a quick kiss against it. He was pleased that Simon seemed to be taking things well and without resistance. He made for the perfect plaything. He briefly helped Simon to adjust the towel to be fully covering his bottom half before speaking again. “How about we go to our room? You must be exhausted.”
Simon shook his head at the last comment. “Actually, I feel… energized. Electric.” he said. “You, your presence… it makes me feel things I don’t think I’ve ever been allowed to feel before.” images of a woman in a surgeon’s mask flashed through Simon’s head, and he squinted. Was he supposed to be thinking such things? Images of himself, cut open and gutted on a surgeon’s table, mixed with diagrams and machinery, surged through his mind. He shut his eyes, leaning against Yeong. “I find myself desirable, for the first time since I awoke to… to you.” he murmured.
Yeong chuckled at Simon’s answer. Absolutely perfect. Simon was clearly wrapped around his finger, and he couldn’t wait for what would come. “Well come on then. Let’s find something for us to do,” he said, a faint smirk on his lips.
With a hand rested on Simon’s lower back, he led him out of the bathroom and down the long hall. The large home seemed to consist of dark, modern decor. It was sleek and to his liking. They arrived at the end of the hall and to his bedroom, where he pushed the door open with his foot. His bedroom was equally as dark toned. It had large ceilings, with one wall being a large window. Towards the center was a large bed with a dark and soft bedspread. Across from the bed there was a small coffee table with a loveseat couch resting by it. “There are some clothes in the closet for you,” he said, nodding towards the large looking closet that took up one of the walls. “Or you could always take something of mine if you want. That is, if you want to get dressed now.”
(little reference pic for the bedroom: https://pin.it/mHbLJR3 )
Simon followed Yeong to the bedroom, where he suddenly realized how intimate this relationship truly must be for Yeong to be inviting him in freely like this. It was almost as if he wanted something from Simon.
Simon padded around, eventually coming to sit on the loveseat with his legs angled apart, almost as if to suggest something. None of it was intentional on his part, rarely would it be, but he was still sitting as such mainly because it was a comfortable way to sit but also because he subconsciously wanted to test Yeong. He wanted to see how far the man would go with him, how much he was truly desired even if Simon would never admit how much he wanted to be well and truly known by Yeong.
Yeong watched Simon closely for a bit, taking in his movements. When Simon sat down on the couch, a smirk grew onto his lips. He saw the way Simon sat, seeming to tease and tempt him with the prospect of what was under the towel. He walked over, sitting down next to Simon. His hand slid under the towel, palm resting on Simon’s upper thigh. “What are you trying to do here, mi conejito?” he practically purred, leaning in close towards Simon now. My little rabbit, that’s what he had called Simon. Something so soft, wide eyed and sweet. Like a wolf, he couldn’t wait to eat the other alive.
Simon let out a small squeak at the unexpected touch, but his noise was not wholly one of shock or even terror. He subconsciously spread his legs apart further, whilst simultaneously reaching out to pull Yeong close to him. “I’m trying to get you to know me.” he said, and to all intents and purposes, he wasn’t lying. Simon inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, and pulled Yeong into his lap.
(Dms? Or fade to black? I’m comfortable with writing the more… questionable scenes but idk how you feel.)
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Simon allowed himself to relax as the two held each other. He didn’t want to think too hard as to why Yeong seemed so… obsessed wasn’t the right word, but it was the closest Simon could find to describe the two of them. He took his time with cuddling, the only touch he generally received as far as he knew was touch like this but even then, he still reveled in it. Compared to the surgery, this was heaven.
Eventually though, they had to get up as a staff member was knocking on the door quite frantically. Simon hurried to find any clothes at all, and settled on a plain black t-shirt that obviously fit Yeong better than Simon, and matching sweatpants that fit the same way. Undergarments he found also, though these were more tailored to his size, and he pulled the waist of the pants with the drawstring until they fit in a cinched sort of way.
Yeong had just begun to grown comfortable when knocking sounded on his door. Normally, he would have shooed them away for the time being, but the urgency caught his attention. He didn’t put up a fight when Simon pulled away to get up and change. He stayed where he was for a moment, brown furrowed as he groaned with a slight annoyance.
He got up after a moment, stretching his arms out as he did. He didn’t bother throwing on a shirt, not caring much at the moment. He did take a second to smooth out his messy hair, trying to look a tad more presentable. He threw a glance in Simon’s direction, a smile ghosting his lips at how the other looked wearing his clothing. Not being able to concentrate on that long, though, he unlocked and opened the door to his bedroom. “What is it?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe as he looked down at who had been knocking.
Terror filled the young staff member’s eyes as she stammered out her query. “Sir, we need you and the, uh, Simon, at the conference center immediately. There’s a group of rebels on the outskirts, and…” she paused, rocked on her heels, and continued, “they have something with them. Something dangerous. We don’t know what it is, but it took out a whole squadron of Peacebringers in under five minutes.”
Simon paled at that. He knew, to a degree, that he had abilities. But his memory was foggy on what they were to be used for. This made it all the more clear to him. He was supposed to use them to bring peace, of course he was. But was this a gentle peace? Or one that required a battle? He needed to find out, but by the looks of it, the latter seemed more plausible.
Yeong listened, his eyes growing a tad wide with disbelief. A whole squad in five minutes? He had no idea what could cause that much damage in such a short amount of time. He swallowed the bit of panic that he felt, knowing he had to keep his shit together. He gave the staff member a smile and nodded his head. “We will be there in just a minute, thank you.”
He shut the door, smile quickly vanishing into someone of frustration. “¡Esos bastardos! he growled, moving to his closet to grab something to change into. He swapped his sweats for a pair of dark toned jeans, and threw on a black compression style shirt, a tattered looking black jacket, and a pair of black combat style boots. “What in the hell could cause that?” he exclaimed, more to himself than to Simon.
Yeong instructed for Simon to follow him as he opened the bedroom door, stepping out into the hall. He walked at a fast pace, wanting to get to the bottom of what was happening immediately. The flirtatious and grinning man was gone by that point, and he held a serious expression on his face now. As unserious as he could be at times, this was something he wouldn’t take lightly. Upon arriving in the conference room, he took a seat at the head of the table, motioning for Simon to take a seat beside him. “Tell me everything, now.”
Simon followed along in a demure fashion, feeling a little shaken from the anger of the man who, to all intents and purposes, was his God. He sat down at Yeong’s feet, peering over the edge of the table. The head Peacemakers from each district of the Empire were sitting around the table, with nobody seeming to want to speak first. Eventually though, a gruff Peacemaker General spoke. She seemed shaken to her core, and her voice carried that through the pain within it. “The southern border has been taken, provider Eye. Whatever these rebels have, it’s enough to take over a whole six Districts.” she said. “They’ve been calling it the Spider, Spark of Hope. Not that it’s been doing anything but riling up the people, turning them into dissenters.” she went silent, and another general, an older gentleman, said: “Our Peacemakers have been running. Breaking away from what we’ve drilled into them, or otherwise joining their cause in order to be spared.”
Yeong frowned as he listened to the two head Peacemakers speak. Something so powerful that it was causing their own ranks to turn against them in order to be spared. That was annoying enough to him. He expected them to stick by their side no matter what, and as far as he was concerned, they were traitors that would gain no mercy from him. “We need to stop whatever this is from pushing forward through the southern border into the other districts. Do we have any sort of visual on this thing? Is it a machine or something else more… living?” he asked the members. It was clear what he meant by living- something like Simon.
“Have they sent any other messages? This is practically a declaration of war,” Yeong continued. “We have to do everything and anything to stop them from pushing forward. Any of those Peacemakers that turned away from us will be considered traitors and defects. They will be treated like the enemy and taken out, understood?”
The woman responded first, Simon noted that she seemed terrified but at least bolder than the others. “No visual. It could be anything for all we know, it destroys our tech the moment the rebels get within a few miles of us. Whatever it is, it seems to be infecting our systems and turning them against us.” she said.
“No messages from those rebel savages either,” she added. “Just bloodshed.”
“Yes sir,” the group responded at the orders, and Simon couldn’t help but think he wasn’t the only one leashed by his Eye. He raised himself up a stretch to see over the table better, and noticed all these people were battered and scarred. Only Yeong seemed untouched by war, and even then, he had his marks.
Yeong’s jaw clenched tightly, knowing that they were going into this blind. How was he to formulate a plan when they didn’t even know what they were up against? They had to try harder, surely they weren’t trying enough.
“How about a little proposal? Something to get everyone in their spirits and putting out their best work,” Yeong started, clasping his hands together. “Whichever one of your Peacemakers destroys or kills whatever this Spider thing is, they get your position in the district.”
He leaned forwards before he began speaking again, looking around the room. “You may be wondering why that would be fair to put one of you out of a job. Well, that’s because you would have a… promotion of sorts. Whichever one of you is replaced by one of your men will be my second in command. You will gain the highest rank you could possibly receive in this place. You will have proved yourself to be a great leader of your district and deserving of that role.”
He had not made an offer like that before. He had been against having a second in command for quite some time, as he didn’t want to share a shred of his power with anyone. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He had been a second in command to the previous Eye, so being a second in command had its implications- the possibility of being the next Eye.
Simon internally lit up at the thought of this. If he, perhaps, were to prove himself useful… maybe he could gain this rank too? Or was he just a rock in the heel of a shoe, desperate and clingy and, whilst Simon wanted to help, ultimately useless? It hadn’t yet dawned on Simon that any of his abilities of the more… advanced sort, would be helpful here.
Externally though, he grimaced. If any of these idiots were to kill the threat first, they’d be the ones in power. Simon couldn’t have that, no, not at all. He leaned his head up against his God’s thigh, expecting that that at least might comfort himself. Yeong needed someone who was devoted, not power-hungry. Of course he did. Something just told Simon that it made more sense for the Eye not to get murdered in the process of achieving their potential, and helping their citizens along the way. And anyways, if one of these ones was in charge, even to the smallest capacity… it would not end well. Simon just knew, it wouldn’t end well. Unknown to Simon, the young man was experiencing an emotion called “jealousy”, perhaps “possessiveness” as well. All in all, it was a logical train of thought up until it assumed the worst of everyone else there, although maybe that too was logical in its own way.
“Yes, Almighty Eye!” were the resounding affirmations from around the room. All there was to do now was dismiss the generals and allow them to make peace with their gods-specifically, make peace with their idolized version of Yeong-and fight.
Yeong glanced down at Simon upon feeling the small weight against his thigh. One of his hands left where it rested on the table and combed through Simon’s hair instead. It was like he was stroking a loyal dog that was sat by his side. That was the closest thing to the truth. Simon was loyal to him, most likely to a fault. He was unaware, though, that Simon would have interest in going out to prove himself.
“You’re all dismissed. Get to work- the sooner this shit is over, the better,” Yeong said. As all of the generals began to leave the room, he hung back. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, now able to properly think. People had been defecting because of whatever the rebels had. Were they losing their influence over the people? He would have to brainstorm some ways to solidify the relationship. The thought of losing the power and position he worked so hard for was too much for him to bare. He glanced over to Simon, head tilted. “What do you think about all this, hm?”
Simon merely shrugged. What did he think? Too much, and too independently. He shouldn’t be thinking like this, it hurt to think like this. He shifted his position to be looking faintly at Yeong, collar of his shirt moved askew and showing the marks that had been left just minutes ago. “What do you want me to think?” that was the safe answer. Be a puppet, don’t take too much initiative. Only when it pleased Yeong should Simon ever dare to speak out, and he wasn’t sure if it would ever be safe to say anything about what he wanted. All he wanted was to keep his lover safe, since they were lovers, and it was only natural.
Yeong hummed softly, hand leaving Simon’s hair to rest against his cheek. His thumb rubbed against Simon’s jaw in an affectionate sort of way. That was a great question. What did he want Simon to think? Thinking for someone was a responsibility he signed up for when they wiped Simon’s mind, after all. “Well, do you want to help with what’s going on?” he asked. He wouldn’t be able to make Simon his second. While Simon was clearly devoted to him, if something ever happened and his memories started coming back, that could mean serious trouble for Yeong. He doubted it would happen, but a little voice of paranoia was in the back of his mind reminding him of that.
