Yan lifted his eyelids with difficulty. He braced himself for the brightness, but fortunately, the surroundings were dark. It seemed to be nighttime.
“Mmm…”
A raspy sound escaped from his constricted throat. The men apparently noticed that Yan had woken up and abruptly stopped their conversation.
“You’re awake?”
“Yeah, Procion. …Huh?”
Only after automatically responding did he realize something was odd. Yan turned his head. Procion, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, waved his hand playfully.
“Hello.”
“Oh, hello.”
Yan replied but felt confused. Why was Procion here? Had he just been dreaming a long dream and been next to Procion the whole time? Yan looked at Procion with surprised eyes.
“This is, this is weird.”
“What is? That I’m here?”
“Yeah, that too, but… my eyes feel strange.”
He felt like his vision had strangely improved. He could see well even though the surroundings were dark. That was good, but the inside of his eyes also stung. When he rubbed his eyes out of discomfort, someone grabbed his wrist.
“Please don’t rub too hard.”
“Sirius?”
This time Yan was truly at a loss for words. Sirius… Considering that he had been with him before losing consciousness, it made sense, but seeing him together with Procion was unbelievable. It was like witnessing the sun and moon in the sky simultaneously. Indeed, seeing his diet partner and the object of his unrequited love in the same place was equally shocking.
“You two know each other?”
“Yes.”
“How…?”
“We’ve known each other for quite a long time.”
Sirius answered with what sounded like a sigh. Then Procion cut in with a mischievous smile.
“We’re the type of acquaintances who couldn’t not know each other.”
Come to think of it, though Sirius might not have, Procion seemed to know him from before. Whenever Yan talked about his crush, Procion had mysteriously seemed to be in the know.
‘So did they meet at the SM club?’
Since he himself had met Procion at an SM club, it was a plausible guess. The world is often smaller than we think, and perhaps they too had bonded over their unusual taste for sadism.
While Yan was lost in his own misunderstandings, Sirius tapped the bed to get his attention and said:
“You did a foolish thing. You should have waited for the disposal team with holy water to arrive. How could you think of biting a vampire?”
“That’s right, there’s nothing better than holy water when dealing with vampires that keep thrashing around even after being dismembered. Where did you put the one I gave you before?”
“That’s at home…”
“You left it at home even though you have holy water?”
“How can you be so defenseless in such a dangerous world these days?”
With Sirius and Procion taking turns scolding him, Yan Circuitz felt like he was losing his mind again. The only difference was that Sirius furrowed his brow as if genuinely worried about Yan, while Procion smiled mischievously as if finding the situation amusing—but the intensity of their questioning was the same. After stuttering for a while, Yan finally responded.
“What exactly is your relationship with each other?”
He meant to ask how they could seem so opposite in personality yet so similar. Procion and Sirius exchanged glances as if discussing how to answer.
“We’re a kind of business partners.”
Sirius cleared his throat and gave a subtle hint. He seemed reluctant to reveal their relationship. But Procion was confident.
“Why? There’s nothing we can’t talk about.”
“But…”
They engaged in another quiet but fierce argument, speaking in hushed voices only they could understand. Yan rolled his eyes as he looked back and forth between them. At first, he was curious about what was happening, but as the conversation dragged on, his boredom grew. Finally, unable to contain himself, he yawned, which prompted Sirius to unilaterally end the argument.
“I’m sorry. You need proper rest, and we’ve been noisy.”
“No, no. It’s fine.”
“Still, you should rest more. After pushing yourself so hard last night, you must not be feeling well.”
Procion raised his head, noticing the strange nuance. Under his scrutinizing gaze, Yan’s heart raced even though he hadn’t done anything wrong—though he couldn’t claim complete innocence either.
“What did you do last night?”
“Ah, ah, well, that…”
Yan realized for the first time how difficult it was to tell a man he’d been intimate with that he’d also been intimate with another man. But an even more awkward situation arose when Sirius pulled Yan close, almost embracing him.
“I observed the results of Yan’s training.”
“What?”
Procion frowned. Irritation showed on his face, which had remained composed even during their earlier argument. Whether aware of this or not, Sirius calmly provoked Procion.
“It was good. You must be quite a teacher… Or perhaps the student was naturally excellent.”
Though the hand stroking his hair was affectionate, Yan couldn’t be entirely happy because Procion’s expression grew increasingly cold. Judging by his cryptic tone, Sirius seemed to know that Procion was Yan’s teacher, but why he was picking a fight remained a mystery.
‘They said they were business partners, but could there be some business conflict?’
While Yan was speculating, the two began arguing again. When he first woke up, he thought they were close, but it turned out they never tired of fighting.
“You’re stealing a meal prepared by someone else?”
“Wasn’t it prepared for me in the first place?”
Both men were robust and unyielding in character, making it exhausting just to watch them fight. Yan timidly tugged at Sirius’s clothes to stop him, but that wasn’t nearly enough. Finally, Yan gave up on the stubborn Sirius and decided to appeal to Procion instead.
“Stop it! It wasn’t as romantic a night as you think.”
They had been intimate, yes, but their hearts hadn’t connected. Wasn’t it proof that Sirius had left before Yan woke up in the morning? Thinking about this made Yan depressed again. Unaware of these feelings, Procion exhaled with disbelief.
“Really?”
Procion reached out roughly and unbuttoned Yan’s shirt. In an instant, the buttons were torn apart. Yan was more worried about Procion discovering the bite and suction marks than about exposing his skin. His neck, chest, and especially his nipples had been nibbled on—what would Procion think if he saw that? However, the concern was unexpectedly resolved.
“Look! See, there’s not a single mark!”
Looking down, his skin was only white. Yan proudly thrust out his chest and exclaimed. Yet part of him remained confused.
‘How could all those marks disappear in just one day?’
It was good that he wouldn’t have to face embarrassment, but this was strange in its own way. Could he have dreamed it all, like the dream where a vampire pierced his stomach?
But this time, everything had felt so vivid. Being spanked hard in a narrow alley, having his nipples bitten while being penetrated…
“Already healed.”
Procion muttered something incomprehensible with a serious expression. After a moment, he suddenly changed his expression and smiled.
“Yan, shall we check then?”
The handsome man’s refreshing smile couldn’t have been more frightening. Yan instinctively leaned his upper body backward, but there was nowhere to escape. Procion grabbed Yan’s waist and unbuckled his pants.
“We’ll know by looking at the hole. Whether it’s soaked and loosened, or modestly closed.”
A large hand firmly gripped his buttocks. Yan gasped. Looking at the hole to know… How was that any different from saying he’d take him right here and now? Although they had already seen everything there was to see, Yan didn’t want to expose himself again in front of two men. Sensing this, Sirius grabbed Procion’s wrist.
“Stop it. Yan doesn’t like it.”
“Doesn’t like it? Can’t you see he’s dripping?”
Procion pulled down Yan’s pants with his free hand. His already swollen dick was revealed, though it wasn’t quite “dripping” as Procion had suggested. But since it was slightly erect, Yan couldn’t say anything in his defense. Fortunately, Sirius came to his defense.
“You’re touching sensitive areas, so it can’t be helped. It’s just a natural physiological response.”
That’s right, Sirius. It can’t be helped! —Yan nodded vigorously. He was so grateful that there was at least one man who could save him from this sadist. But there was one thing Yan hadn’t considered: Sirius had never been helpful when it came to sexual matters.
“Besides, Yan isn’t satisfied with just one or two fingers. He prefers something thicker.”
“No, what Yan likes best is being penetrated while getting spanked.”
“He likes getting spanked? …But he seemed to dislike it?”
“What have you done to my dog?”
“I’m not a dog…”
Yan murmured weakly, incredulous. But no one paid attention to him. Yan suddenly lost both his human rights and his presence. Meanwhile, Procion was habitually caressing Yan’s buttocks and hole.
“What? You hit him with a belt? Are you crazy?”
