How to Become a Sadist’s Lover

Yan realized the play was over, though it wasn’t explicitly stated. As evidence, Procion didn’t scold him even when he spoke casually and grumbled slightly. Instead, he examined Yan’s buttocks carefully and offered, “Shall I apply some ointment?”

“No, it’s fine. I can apply it myself.”

Though grateful, Yan found that too embarrassing. It was strange even to himself that getting spanked on the buttocks and having his dick fondled was fine, but having ointment applied wasn’t. Regardless, what he disliked, he disliked. Procion didn’t press him further.

“Are you heading back now?”

“I should. I have to go to work tomorrow.”

“Alright, then head back. When would be good for next time?”

“Well…”

Yan pulled up his pants while trying to recall his work schedule. According to the plan, the day after tomorrow was his day off, but his wasn’t the type of job where schedules were strictly followed. As an extreme example, if something like the “Senator McDowell Murder Case” were to happen tomorrow, he would inevitably be tied up with work.

“Sorry, I think I’ll be busy until next week. If it’s okay, can I contact you first?”

“Sure.”

“When are you available?”

“Whenever is convenient for you.”

Procion shrugged.

Only then did Yan take another look at Procion. A man staying at a pretty nice hotel, a suite room at that. For some reason, he had a noble impression, with the feeling of someone who grew up without hardship.

Was this man idle, then? Wasn’t that the only profession where one could make time whenever? As Yan fastened his belt, he thought, ‘That must be nice.’ Living comfortably without financial worries—wasn’t that the dream of all species?

“I’ll contact you then.”

“Sure.”

That was the extent of their farewell. Procion escorted Yan to the entrance, but he didn’t seem particularly sad to see him go.

“Is this how sex partners usually are?”

Yan muttered this and then startled at his own words. Sex partners—strictly speaking, that’s not what they were.

“…A dom(inator) and sub(mission), I should say.”

What outdated terminology in this modern society. Yan sighed deeply as he got on the elevator. With each step, the contract rustled in his pocket.

***

“That look of embarrassment was the first time in 30 years… no, was it the first time ever?”

The room Yan Circuits had left became quiet again. Procion sipped the unfinished wine, recalling what had happened last week.

“I didn’t expect such an unexpected situation. Really, I didn’t.”

To think that the man whose expression was usually as impassive as a glacier had been flustered and at a loss! Of course, that was by Procion’s standards; to others, his face would have still appeared expressionless.

“Is that why you said those words? It’s not like you.”

“…It was all I could think of at the moment.”

Having apparently calmed down, the man who rubbed his face tiredly looked paler than usual. Despite his robust physique, he looked almost sickly.

However, Procion knew how strong he really was.

As if thinking of him, the closed door clicked open, and he called for Procion.

“Procion.”

Though tall, the man’s footsteps were so quiet that his presence seemed faint. Procion nodded to him.

“Have you gone mad?”

At this serious question, Procion burst out laughing. They say laughter is contagious, but that didn’t seem to apply to this statue-like man, who simply asked again.

“Or do you like that human?”

“Don’t you?”

“…I don’t dislike him, but…”

Like most vampires, his skin was exceptionally pale. In contrast, his well-dyed hair was black. The white and black combination, coupled with his cold voice, seemed particularly eerie today. Perhaps it was due to his usual expressionlessness, Procion thought.

“I’m sorry to hear you don’t like Yan. He would have been very sad if he heard that.”

“Is that so?”

“Anyone would be sad to hear ‘I don’t like you’ from the object of their unrequited love, Sirius.”

At those words, blue eyes with a melancholic light looked at Procion.

“Procion, what does a person need to fall in love?”

“Heat?”

“You could say that’s similar. Heat is also the work of hormones.”

“How boring.”

“A trigger, hormones that start working because of it… Above all, you need someone for those feelings to be directed towards.”

Sirius continued his explanation, unconcerned by Procion’s criticism.

“Yan had a dramatic trigger and plenty of oxytocin flowing. But the person was wrong.”

Procion could understand what he meant.

Sirius wasn’t a vampire hunter as Yan thought.

To be precise, he was a vampire who hunted vampires.

“What’s with you, Sirius? You’re not regretting your infiltration now, are you?”

“Of course not. But it doesn’t feel good to deceive an innocent person. Especially when I think he’s fallen into the hands of someone like you…”

Procion avoided Sirius’s gaze, which was like a blue arrow. Sirius had never approved of his inclinations. He had asked many times why Procion had to wield whips and sticks when he could satisfy his urges normally.

‘For someone who says that, he also rejected a confession using me as an excuse when he had no good reason.’

Instead of sneering like that, Procion responded differently.

“Why? This is a consensual relationship. Since when did you start caring about who I’m with, Sirius?”

“…Yan is a police officer, just remember that and be careful.”

Though he still seemed displeased about Yan Circuits, Sirius moved on to the main point.

“I found Emily.”

“So you finally caught that cunning one. Good, where is she?”

“In the warehouse. The one we rented last time, you know?”

“Good.”

Procion rose from his seat.

If day was human time, night was vampire time. Despite being unusual for a vampire in preferring daytime, the time Procion belonged to was clearly night.

“Wait here. I’ll go alone.”

Procion patted Sirius’s shoulder a couple of times and left the room.  He wondered how Sirius had cornered that rat-like vampire whose specialty was hiding. The thick carpet in the hallway absorbed the sound of Procion’s footsteps. As he walked without hesitation, he congratulated himself that, in any case, pushing his twin brother into the police station had been a good decision.