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Neither Daybit nor Tezcatlipoca were the type to have strong feelings about "home". Unattached by nature, they went wherever life took them, wherever need be, without the call of familiarity to any one bed. However, setting up the revival of ORT required a base of operations, or several, to be precise.
This one was in a cave close to Mexico City. They needed somewhere close enough to make a walkable day trip but far enough away to hide out.
It was a natural-formed cave (save for a few explosions on Tezcalipoca's end to make it a bit bigger), with luminescent rocks providing dim light and a running stream for water. That was certainly enough for the two of them.
Today, Tezcatlipoca had stayed behind, taking inventory and cleaning his guns. From the information they'd gathered, Chaldea had just pruned the Atlantic Lostbelt, so they had to be ready. He cracked his neck from the time spent hunched over just as Daybit walked in through the cave entrance.
Said entrance was covered with a bounded field, so there was no need for a door. But from how he looked coming in, Daybit probably would have slammed it if they had one.
Blood stained his clothes and hair, the red already oxidizing to brown on his coat. Not an uncommon look for him, certainly. There was always someone out there to kill. Today he just seemed to make especially quick work of it. It had only been an hour since they'd had lunch together.
What was abnormal was the frantic pace with which he'd returned in. Daybit was normally such an unhurried person. He was calm and precise in everyone of his movements. So when he walked with such a stern set brow and quick stride it was easy to notice.
"What's the matter? You seem in a hurry."
Daybit ignored him, frantically wiping the blood off his gun and putting it away. A moment later he froze, then shoved a hand between his legs to squeeze, pressing his thighs together.
"Aw, gotta go?"
Continuing to ignore him, Daybit kept walking, keeping a hand tight against his crotch.
While he could have gone in the jungle no problem (and Tezcatlipoca had seen him do so on numerous occasions), generally speaking, Daybit tried to piss in a dedicated place. The Deinos were as hygienic as humans. While they didn't have toilets or anything of the sort, they did have dedicated latrine spaces. They were guests, and Daybit wanted to respect the culture.
Even this cave had something similar. A little hole in the rocks with a tiny stream leading down deep into the Earth (or the side of the Earth, in this case).
As Tezcatlipoca watched Daybit walk towards it with such a tense look, he felt his pants tent.
Little streams began dripping down Daybit's legs, with the man in question's face growing even more tense. He was so close, just a few meters from the makeshift toilet. It looked like he was going to make it. He—
"Shit…" Daybit muttered, just as the streams turned to rivers running down his left leg.
So he keeps it facing that side, huh? Tezcatlipoca thought, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he felt himself growing even harder. This human body he made got turned on by the weirdest things.
So close and yet not close enough to even bother trying to make it further, Daybit stood still as he wet himself. He let out a few harsh breaths, finally getting to relax after seemingly rushing for his life to reach the toilet in time. A puddle formed on the ground from everything that didn't just get absorbed into his pants or boots.
Despite all this, there was no look of embarrassment in his face, or blissful relief for that matter. Rather, only a trace of annoyance. The piss kept streaming for what felt like ages, silence overtaking the cave as Tezcatlipoca watched.
Once he was finished, Daybit shook off the rest of the piss from his boots and gave a glance over. "How many times has this happened?" he asked calmly, walking towards a makeshift dresser where he kept a very limited change of clothes.
Tezcatlipoca grinned. "Oh, just about ten or so."
Daybit looked back at him with his normal stoic expression, then continued removing his coat. "Do you always spike my drink with diuretics, or is it sometimes my own fault?"
Chuckling and putting his hands up in a playful surrender, Tezcatlipoca said, "Woah let's not jump to conclusions, shall we? Just 'cause I'm the god of war doesn't mean I engage in such underhanded tactics."
Eyeing where the crotch of Tezcatlipoca's pants was fighting for its life, Daybit took off his belt.
"Maybe you'll choose to remember it this time?"
"Can't," said Daybit, now sliding out of his wet pants. "Had an important talk with Kulkulcan. Need every minute today."
"Aw. What a shame."
That actually got a grin out of him. "Just make sure not to kill me with dehydration."
Daybit took off the rest of his clothes, throwing the pile of them on the floor. Nearby, not at all far from either the makeshift toilet or dresser, was a small waterfall and stream which ran out of the cave. He strode over, dipping his toes and then the rest of his body. Pissing yourself was certainly a good a time as any to bathe, after all.
Eyeing the piss-filled clothes on the floor, Tezcatlipoca's eyes were drawn to them. He took another drag of his cigarette. The image of Daybit pissing himself played over and over in his head. Each time it happened, for Daybit, it was like the first time. Ahhh this wasn't good. He needed to take care of his own business quickly. His cock was crying with need.
"Hey. Come over here."
Turning around, Tezcatlipoca could see Daybit in the water, grasping at his own dick. "At least jack off where I can see if you're going to keep drugging me."
Feeling his human body alight with an electric need of a different sort, Tezcatlipoca stripped himself and hopped on over.
The water enveloped his legs—both prosthetic and not—and covered up to his hips, with the exception of his growing cock peaking above. It was a bit on the cooler side; this was certainly no bath. But, neither of them seemed to mind. Daybit had told him once about shitty motels he'd stayed at with ice cold showers, so this was certainly preferable to that.
Even in the water, Tezcatlipoca could still smell the faint scent of piss along with the blood. It filled his nose and lit up his brain. He spat on his hand and grabbed his throbbing cock, pointing it towards the object of his desires.
Daybit's thick, wide muscles took up his view. Tezcatlipoca leaned over, pressing his tip against Daybit's stomach as he stroked himself, playing back that scene over and over. Through the rippling, warped image of the water, he saw Daybit's own cock growing. That thought only turned him on more, the water sliding around and splashing as he pumped back and forth.
The piss running down Daybit's legs, the expression of urgency on his face, it all made Tezcatlipoca gulp with excitement. No matter how many times he'd staged that exact same scene, every time, to Daybit, it was completely fresh. Of course, he caught on every now and then, not just today. But that didn't change the shock of him wetting his pants for what felt like the first time.
Tezcatlipoca leaned even further forward, pointing his erection higher upwards. He wrapped an arm around Daybit's neck and pulled him close, touching their foreheads together.
Stroking, gasping, he touched himself to the scent of piss and Daybit and the sound of water.
"Fuck!" he moaned as he came, shooting hot cum over Daybit's stomach. He panted just as roughly as Daybit had been doing moments ago.
Daybit came quickly after, spilling into the water and watching his Servant with piqued curiosity.
"At the very least," he began as Tezcatlipoca regained control of himself, "if you're going to make me piss myself, try not to piss all over the sides of the toilet yourself next time."
"Oh so that you remember, huh?"
Daybit did not have a small bladder. But with Tezcatlipoca's assistance he basically did. Once in a while, he would forget they spent the evening before drinking, and would need to rush out of bed in the middle of the night without knowing why. And, once in a while, he would forget he'd meant to piss earlier and then need to stop what he was doing when it hit him bad later on. Those were the greatest moments for Tezcatlipoca. Completely unscripted, completely natural utter desperation. But they were rare, and never once led to the level of bursting he got with the diuretics. What a shame. Possessing a human form sure came with some unrealistic fantasies.
They were in the jeep, actually in a rush for once. Camazotz had started attacking Ocelomeh on one of his Deino hunting runs. Not a make or break emergency to their plan, but something that had to be dealt with right away as they booked it to the second sublayer.
Tezcatlipoca was driving, swerving in a way that would make anyone other than Daybit absolutely carsick. Reckless abandon was something ingrained in Tezcatlipoca's very divine origin even before taking this human form, it seemed.
Daybit was looking at the map, trying to pinpoint exactly where they needed to go. He'd been quiet for a while, though that wasn't rare for him. A few hours into their drive, he started tapping his finger against the window frame. And every so often, he'd look up and frown a bit before looking back to the map, like he was trying to see how far they were from their destination.
He seemed… restless.
It was Tezcatlipoca's cock that started wishful thinking before his brain did. No, he shouldn't get his hopes up. Daybit was a weird guy. He was probably just impatient to get there and solve the problem as quickly as possible.
They kept driving. Once in a while Daybit would give little sighs. His finger stopped tapping and instead curled into a fist. He shifted in his seat once, twice, three times in fifteen minutes. And the tense look on his face… by now, Tezcatlipoca recognized it instantly.
It was another hour of driving later that Daybit finally opened his mouth.
"Hey…" he said. "Pull over."
If he was actually asking, that meant it had to be bad enough he couldn't wait until they got to their destination. For once, Tezcatlipoca hadn't planned this out. They'd had some drinks earlier, no funny business involved. And then they'd heard the news and had to head over immediately, driving nonstop ever since. There had been no chance for a bathroom break beforehand. He just really, really, needed to go.
And so Tezcatlipoca said, "No."
Daybit narrowed his eyes at him. "Is this a new game we started playing?"
"No."
Daybit gave a soft sigh.
This wasn't good. Tezcatlipoca was getting so horny his palms were getting sweaty. He gripped the steering wheel tighter. For once they didn't have time for that.
Daybit went quiet again, resting his arm on the side of the car. He kept shifting his position, far more frequently. As they swerved over rough terrain, he began bouncing his leg up and down. Generally, he wasn't a squirmy person. He only started showing his need to go openly when it got really bad.
Tezcatlipoca felt high. His crude, selfish wish was coming true right before his eyes. All those times he'd spiked his drink, and all the self-pleasure that followed, nothing could compare to this. His cock felt just as desperate as Daybit was feeling right now. If he couldn't touch himself soon, he'd go insane.
They were getting closer to the second sublayer, the sound of water beginning to beat their eardrums. Daybit grimaced, pushing his legs together and grabbing himself. He needed to go so so bad, no tricks involved.
"Shit…!"
It took all of Tezcatlipoca's willpower to resist tearing his eyes away from the road for more than a moment to gape at a small wet spot appearing on Daybit's pants.
"I said pull over!"
Heat rushed through Tezcatlipoca's body. He was so horny he almost forgot how to speak. "No," he managed to stammer out. "We're almost there."
Daybit grimaced, the wet spot getting even bigger. Not only was this time genuine, but they were in the car. Pissing himself at their base was one thing, but on the car seats was another. He couldn't just change his clothes out of this one. And there was no bottle or towel to be seen. Trapped, with nowhere to go, he had no choice but to hold it.
And he was holding on for dear life. Every gasp and groan he gave sounded straight out of a porno to Tezcatlipoca's ears. They were so close to their destination. If Daybit had decided he wouldn't last that long over an hour ago, he must be minutes from bursting now.
Tezcatlipoca felt his own pants get wet from pre-cum. His head throbbed along with his cock. His fantasy coming true while he couldn't stop to touch himself felt equally torturous.
"Fine."
Fine? Tezcatlipoca wasn't even looking at the road anymore.
In a frantic rush, Daybit climbed to his knees and rolled down the window. He fumbled with the button on his pants, his trembling, sweaty fingers unable to get a grip.
Is he really going to…?
He burst a second too soon, full on pissing in his pants just as he got them undone. He quickly ripped his cock free from his underwear, splashing the door for a moment before going full force out of the window.
It was a bizarre, crude sight, and it drove Tezcatlipoca absolutely insane. Only taking brief glances back to make sure he wasn't driving them straight into a tree, he watched as Daybit panted, heaving his shoulders with air as his hot stream flew behind them.
The act was disheveled, and desperate, and honestly more pathetic than just pissing himself. Completely untouched, Tezcatlipoca felt himself burst as well, sticky fluid forming his own wet spot as he shook with violent waves of pleasure the likes of which he'd never felt.
He tried not to go so numb he could still drive as Daybit just kept pissing. Part of his stream splashed on the back window, forming yellow droplets streaking against the wind. The smell of piss mixed with the fresh air of the wind that whipped their hair. And he wasn't even close to done.
Neither was Tezcatlipoca it seemed, as his cock was just as hard as it had been before he came. He couldn't take it, he needed it again. As Daybit pissed, Tezcatlipoca listened to the beautiful sound and rocked back and forth in his seat, friction rubbing him off for him. It was less efficient than touching himself directly, but—
"Fuck…!" He came again in a matter of moments, the second time just as strong as the first.
Feeling like his head was made of air, he used all his strength to keep his eyes open as they drove.
Daybit finally finished up. He collapsed back into a sitting position, cock still hanging out. The stench of piss remained from the places he'd leaked, growing even stronger as he rolled the window back up. He ran a hand through his windswept hair as his breathing finally returned to normal. Maybe because there were no drugs involved this time, but his cheeks actually did seem a bit pink.
Tezcatlipoca looked back at the road. The car was silent.
They were there in another ten minutes. Tezcatlipoca rolled the car to a stop. Blood and gore scattered on the ground before them brought them back into reality. It felt far more familiar than the scene which had just occurred. In a way, it seemed lucky that everyone here was dead, as no one was there to see the two men with wet pants.
Together they got out to survey the scene.
Daybit spotted Tezcatlipoca's own wet pants and gave him a judgemental look.
Putting his hands up in a defensive surrender, Tezcatlipoca declared, "Hey listen, I might have gotten off to it, but I didn't do it to you on purpose this time!"
"…what?"
"Uh…"
It was quiet for a moment, before Tezcatlipoca spoke again. "Hey, when we get back, you wanna fuck?"