“I wanted to understand Sirius.”
“Why did you think that?”
“…Do I really have to answer? You already know why I want to understand Sirius.”
However, Sirius genuinely seemed not to know and gave no response. By this point, Yan was becoming resentful and bit his lip firmly.
“I like Sirius, that’s why.”
“Yes.”
“When you like someone, you want to know more about them.”
“Hmm.”
“You want to understand them better, and you want them to like you back.”
Despite saying something quite embarrassing, Sirius showed no reaction. Yan figured it was because Sirius was naturally expressionless, but he still found the indifference frustrating.
“Has Sirius never felt that way?”
“You mean wanting to understand someone? No, I’ve never felt that way.”
It was a definitive answer. Yan nodded slightly. If that was the case, it made sense that Sirius couldn’t understand his feelings. Such yearning couldn’t be understood without experiencing it firsthand.
“…Sirius, I’m willing to make any effort to become someone you could like.”
His uniform was wrinkled, and his hair was probably damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed red. Yan could easily imagine how disheveled he looked.
“So please tell me anything. How can I make you like me?”
Saying such things in this state didn’t suit him at all. It wouldn’t be strange if any slight interest Sirius had in him disappeared.
But Yan couldn’t stop the words flowing out. His “liking” was overflowing from deep within his heart.
“Yan, you don’t need to make such efforts for me.”
Though seemingly kind, it was a cruel statement to Yan. He shook his head.
“No. I know it must be annoying to have me clinging to you, but if you’ll allow me, I want to try. Please let me…”
“Yan, lift your head.”
Sirius held Yan’s chin and lifted it slightly. The blue eyes were much closer than they had been in the conference room. Yan’s eyes widened.
“If you knew what kind of person I am, you wouldn’t have liked me in the first place.”
“No. That’s not true. No matter what kind of person Sirius is, I would have liked you.”
Wow, are these words coming from my mouth, or is it butter? Yan was surprised he could utter such saccharine words without blinking. Perhaps it was possible because it was his sincere truth.
“No matter what kind of person, huh…”
Sirius made a peculiar expression. He removed his hand from Yan’s chin and muttered as if to himself.
“If you’re prepared to accept the consequences, do as you wish.”
Though spoken softly, Yan heard it clearly. Instantly, hope filled him.
“Does that mean what I think it means?!”
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but…”
Seemingly ready to leave the bathroom, Sirius straightened his collar. Before leaving, he glanced down at Yan and continued.
“It means if you’re truly prepared to accept everything, you’re free to like me as much as you want.”
Yan felt like he might stop breathing from happiness. He wanted to ask repeatedly if it was true.
But recalling the voice lingering in his ears, this was certainly real. Sirius had given him permission to try to win his heart!
“Sirius! I’ll work hard!”
“All right. Good luck, Yan.”
Sirius patted Yan’s shoulder a couple of times. Then he added, “I’ll go out first. It would be better if you came out after some time has passed.”
“Yes, yes.”
Sirius’s words were always right. Yan nodded vigorously. He was so happy about receiving permission to like Sirius that he forgot everything else.
***
From the moment of conception, and from when they were safely born and given the names “Sirius” and “Procion,” the twins were inseparable.
Their mother did not cherish children born from a man she didn’t love. Even vampires born with strong vitality are inevitably weak as children. Sirius and Procion naturally realized that joining forces was the most efficient way to survive.
Perhaps because of this, their bond remained special even after they grew up successfully. It’s commonly said that twins are close, but Sirius and Procion’s attachment went beyond that.
A relationship where they trusted each other enough to stake their lives on it.
In the vampire world, such a relationship couldn’t exist without extraordinary trust.
Despite their closeness, there was one thing about his brother that Sirius couldn’t understand.
“Is there any benefit to that behavior?”
When Procion mentioned bringing in his first slave, Sirius questioned him with a frown. A slave? Not even a subordinate? Why would such a thing be necessary? Even subordinates should be created with care, so bringing in a slave honestly seemed crazy.
“It’s fun.”
“Fun? Fun, you say?”
Procion swung his cane. The threatening sound that cut through the air and made it vibrate seemed to answer the question.
“It’s quite unfortunate, Sirius. I thought we might not look alike, but we were fundamentally the same. Apparently not…”
Despite his regretful tone, his expression was nonchalant. Sirius couldn’t understand his twin brother’s thinking at all.
Procion disposed of his first slave not long after. However, Procion continued to reign as a “master” afterward. He no longer formed relationships with just one slave, which might seem subordinate in a way, but his strange behavior—this is entirely from Sirius’s perspective—didn’t end.
By that point, Sirius had learned what SM play was. But knowing the term and truly understanding it were different, so he still couldn’t understand Procion. He simply thought his brother had a nasty hobby.
“Not alike but fundamentally the same…”
Sirius muttered words he had heard from his twin brother long ago. As his brother said, they weren’t similar in overall impression or personality. But they shared something fundamental that wasn’t visible, which had allowed them to maintain such a bond.
Until now, he had simply thought of them as close twins. But…
Sirius clenched and unclenched his fist. He recalled the sensation of skin wet with cold sweat or other fluids. After looking at his hand, he soon disappeared into the darkness.
***
“…Hello.”
Procion looked down at the fidgeting red head.
He found it amusing how he ended up forming a diet with this human. Though he had always been impulsive by nature, he didn’t think he had made this kind of mistake before.
“Come in.”
As he opened the door wide and spoke, Yan quickly scurried in. He was already trembling slightly, which was enough to tell whether the homework had been completed. Procion had thought it was an easy mission suitable for a beginner, but had he failed to complete even that? Procion clicked his tongue and spoke in a deep voice.
“Let’s check your homework.”
Yan noticeably flinched, but Procion ignored it and ordered:
“Take off your clothes.”
“…Yes.”
Trembling hands unbuttoned his shirt. He was removing his top first, probably hoping to delay revealing his lower body’s condition. To Procion, it just looked like a petulant behavior.
“Don’t keep me waiting. Yan, when I tell you to undress, you do it within five seconds.”
Yan bit his lip, then moved his hands quickly. The shirt fell to the floor, followed by his pants. Only his underwear remained.
“Yan.”
Procion smiled slightly.
“Take them off.”
“Yes, yes…”
Though he was smiling, it was scarier than a frown. It would probably get even scarier when he confirmed that the homework hadn’t been properly done. Yan trembled as he removed his underwear. His dick, bound with a silicone ring, appeared with a slight bounce.
“Turn around and bend over.”
“…Yes.”
Yan followed the order. Only after doing so did he realize this was a position that clearly exposed his hole. Moreover, Procion’s orders didn’t stop there.
“Spread your buttocks.”
“…I’m sorry, I couldn’t complete the homework…”
There’s a saying that it’s better to be beaten sooner. After being hit several times yesterday, it didn’t seem like getting hit sooner would hurt any less. Still, he thought it would be better to admit it himself rather than let Procion discover that he wasn’t wearing the rotor.
“Spread your buttocks.”
Despite confessing his failure, Procion repeated the order. Ah, it seemed he was determined to confirm the absence of the rotor in his hole. Yan closed his eyes tightly and followed Procion’s order.
Yan had a well-trained body. However, there was one part that looked soft: his buttocks. Though it too was probably well-muscled underneath, from the outside it appeared to be just plump flesh. When ten fingers spread his buttocks apart, that flesh bunched up.
The hole visible in the center was tightly closed.
