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“Don’t be shy,” Mymo gestured with his hand, encouraging him to try the food on the table. “I’m the one who decided to invite you to dinner; it would be a shame if you turned down my invitation now.”
Felix swallowed hard, glanced sideways at the plates in front of him, then looked at Mymo, who had already taken a seat, ready to eat. His eyes returned to the food, feeling the knot in his stomach grow by the second, and, after steeled his resolve, he sat down as well, right across from the host of this impromptu dinner.
After a long day of work during which Felix had been tasked with following Mymo wherever he went, keeping a constant watch on him, his boss had suggested they have dinner at his house, as a thank-you for the wonderful work he’d done during his first week working for him. It seemed too kind and good to be true, but Felix had little left to lose.
“Thank you again for your kindness,” the corners of his lips formed a smile. “It would never have crossed my old boss’s mind to do something like this.”
A few laughs escaped his lips, and Mymo’s smile widened.
“I just want you to be happy, Felix.”
Mymo’s words echoed in Felix’s head, and he stopped laughing instantly, fixing his gaze on the burgundy lenses that hid those eyes he wanted so much to treasure. Even over his dead body.
“You’ve been through a lot,” Mymo continued. “I don’t want you to dwell on the past and get stuck on your wife’s tragic death. You need to move forward, and I’m more than willing to help you.”
Felix’s lips trembled for a few seconds, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to hide the fact that those words had touched his heart.
“Y-you’re too kind, really,” Felix’s eyes were fixed on one of the glasses on the table, which reflected his face in a somewhat comical way. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to do my job, not just because you’re my boss, but because now I also consider you a friend.”
Mymo looked at him during what turned into an awkward, long silence, still smiling, before clapping his hands softly to signal the start of dinner.
“Great! I’m counting on you then, Felix.”
Felix merely nodded, nervously, before turning his attention to the plate on the table, right in front of him.
It wasn’t a very elaborate meal. Meat accompanied by vegetables, nothing particularly exotic or expensive, something Felix was secretly grateful for. He already felt bad enough about intruding on Mymo’s home to now ‘steal’ some kind of exotic or moderately expensive food from him.
Using his knife and fork, Felix began to eat in silence, doing his best not to look at Mymo, trying not to make him uncomfortable.
He already knew how strange he could be at work, getting lost in Mymo’s eyes every single time he took off his glasses. It didn’t seem to bother the other man, he’d even chuckle under his breath, waving it off with a gesture, but Felix felt terrible.
He knew it wasn’t normal, and he knew those dark orbs were the only reason he was now sitting at that table, dining in silence. He just hoped that eventually that need and adoration for Mymo’s eyes would fade, even if it took years.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” Mymo’s voice snapped him out of his own thoughts, and Felix finally deigned to look at him. “A simple detail about my work or, at least, what I’m trying to make part of my work.”
Felix’s eyebrows furrowed almost automatically, confused, before he smoothed out that expression and smiled again to signal him to continue.
“Do you believe in world peace?”
“What?”
“World peace.” Mymo leaned gently over the table, and Felix unconsciously pressed his back against the chair’s backrest. “Does it seem impossible to you?”
Felix’s face became one of confusion and nervousness, fearing that, even though there didn’t seem to be any kind of trap in the question, the wrong answer might slip from his lips, condemning him completely. He blinked silently for a few seconds, while Mymo still watched him, expectantly.
“N-no?” he finally managed to say, unsure of what he was saying out loud.
“You’re right!” Mymo relaxed in his seat once more. “And it’s easier than you think.”
Mymo placed the strange microphone that always accompanied him everywhere on the table, as if it were something capable of proving his words. And Felix, for a few seconds, didn’t doubt him.
“Would you come with me?”
“W-where?”
“Nowhere in particular, silly. Just to bring peace, of course,” no matter how beautiful Mymo’s words were, the tone of his voice made Felix shudder in his seat. “It’s an idea I’ve been mulling over for many years. A dream, you might say. And now I want to make that dream a reality.”
As he spoke, Mymo’s smile widened by the second, pushing his cheeks upward. Meanwhile, Felix glanced at his dinner, feeling his appetite slowly disappear. That meat no longer looked so appetizing to him.
“What are you talking about?” The fork Felix held between his fingers clattered against the table, making an unpleasant sound.
“Huh?” Mymo, sitting across from him, tilted his head slightly, not understanding his reaction.
“H-how are you going to pull that off?”
Mymo stood up from the table, then walked slowly over to Felix’s side, looking down at him.
“I have my ways,” he shrugged, amused, and Felix’s teeth began to chatter, just as they had at the bar a week ago. “Want to find out what they are?”
After a few seconds of strange, uncomfortable silence, Felix shook his head slowly, and Mymo chuckled to himself. Elenhos would never be necessary from now on. He just had to pull the right strings, and Felix would eat out of the palm of his hand, without hesitating for a second.
“Felix,” he said his name with a certain sweetness, savoring it between his teeth, and the other man swallowed nervously. “Are you afraid of me?”
As soon as he said that, Mymo’s fingers slipped over the frames of his glasses to reveal his eyes, which he fixed on Felix, smiling. Felix simply held his breath, mesmerized by that dark abyss.
“No,” he said at last, doing his best not to break eye contact.
“Good.”
With a flick of his hand, Mymo’s glasses settled gently on the table, and then he pushed Felix’s dinner aside and sat down on the table himself, facing him, as if he wanted to take the place of the meat and vegetables Felix had been staring at nonstop. Felix just stared at him with wide eyes, trying to understand exactly what was happening.
“Will you join me, then?” Mymo’s fingers gently cupped Felix’s chin, forcing him to look at him.
Felix just watched him, without saying a word. He noticed how upturned his nose was, slightly flattened, and then focused on his smile, which had somewhat intimidating proportions but nevertheless brought Felix a certain comfort. Of course, what held his attention most were his eyes. The eyes of his wife Mymo’s eyes, as beautiful as he remembered them.
One of his hands made a move to reach out in an attempt to caress the other man’s face, but Felix pulled it back immediately, ashamed of himself.
“Yes,” he said at last, a bitter taste on his tongue.
Mymo’s hand gripped the edge of the table tightly in an attempt to vent all the emotion flooding his body, and part of his lower lip sank beneath his teeth, spilling a little blood. Felix, meanwhile, remained lost in his own thoughts, as if under some kind of spell.
Almost as if by magic, Felix found his fingers intertwined with Mymo’s, who was pulling his hands toward him, smiling. Finally, after a few seconds of absolute silence during which Felix could only watch Mymo’s actions, unable to do anything about it, his hands also fell onto the table, and, almost instinctively, his fingers wrapped around Mymo’s hips. His boss simply leaned toward him and took his chin in his hand once more.
“What do you like most about me, Felix?”
The question hung in the air, and Felix’s fingers dug deeply into the fabric of Mymo’s pants.
“Your eyes.”
“You can have them,” Mymo caressed Felix’s cheek with one of his thumbs. “Forever, as long as you stay by my side, of course.”
A trembling smile spread across Felix’s lips, and he resigned himself to nodding, hopeful. Tears welled up in his eyes, and one of them slid down his face until it reached Mymo’s thumb, soaking his finger.
“My lord,” Felix said in a trembling voice, and Mymo rejoiced in silence.
“You’ll be perfect,” he said softly. “You’ll fulfill your role.”
Felix nodded again, and unconsciously, his body moved closer to Mymo’s.
“Tell me, Felix, would you be willing to die for me?”
Doubt and fear flashed across Felix’s eyes for a second, but the feel of Mymo’s body in his hands and the other man’s fingers caressing his cheek finally made him nod. The heart in his chest was pounding but he didn’t know if it was from excitement, nerves, or fear.
“Good,” Mymo licked his lips, drinking his own blood in the act. “I’m counting on you, my dear Felix.”