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Botta had been running himself ragged for Yuan all day. 

As the day went on– as the sunlight shining through the building's cracks turned into golden hour, which then threatened to fade to dusk– Yuan noticed that with the passage of time, Botta grew… jumpy. Shifty. Squirmy. Agitated, almost. 

It could be assumed that the man was tired. However, it could also be assumed that Botta, a grown man several heads taller than Yuan and more than twice his girth and musculature, could fend for himself, and would speak up if he needed to rest.

However, the consequences of his tireless work came without words. Rather, they came with a gasp. They came with a liquid hissing, the sound of which didn't seem to be coming from Botta’s mouth.

It wasn't until Yuan looked down and noticed the glaring yellow puddle which was spreading on the floor below the hem of his long, grey tunic that Yuan realized: perhaps Botta didn't know how to take breaks.

Well. That was certainly… something. Yuan liked to think that he'd seen it all, but a high-ranking commander who didn't know how to take bathroom breaks was certainly new.

Yuan would be lying if he said it didn't interest him. Perhaps his interest was perverse, if the racing of his heart and the electric tingling in his groin was any indication. Still, he was intrigued.

“You're peeing.” Yuan remarked, with an ease that would be more fitting for making small talk about the weather.

Botta, however, was anything but calm. His broad shoulders trembled. He shifted his weight on his legs, trying to hold it in, though the expanding of the puddle only indicated his failure. His face was flushed, and he looked like he might weep– although, that, Yuan trusted that Botta would never let him see; what a pity.

“Oh, my.” Yuan murmured as the puddle expanded across the floor to the toes of Yuan’s boots. He made no move to step away. In that same even tone, he just continued, “This is hardly the time or the place to be doing this, Botta. Is there a problem?”

Yuan’s words seemed to be a breaking point for Botta’s pride. He still didn't cry, but he groveled. “Lord Yuan, I cannot apologize enough for disgracing myself in your presence! I…”

There was a sadistic part deep inside Yuan that wanted to remark, “So you'd disgrace yourself elsewhere, outside of my presence?” But, he didn't. He gave Botta a moment's grace to gather his words.

“I…” Botta was slow to continue, as if there were something in his throat. He swallowed heavily, his broad neck tensing. “I lost control of myself.” 

Such a simple explanation; for something Yuan was still so curious about! Though, he was sure he knew the answer: Botta had neglected to take a bathroom break when he needed one, plain and simple.

Still, he pressed on. “Are you incontinent?” His tone held no malice, but Botta still hung his head in shame.

“I am not.” Botta admitted. “I am perfectly healthy, and am capable of making it to the restroom in time.”

“Hm,” Yuan made a small noise in his throat, looking pointedly down at the puddle. That certainly didn't look like “making it in time”... which he was sure Botta was aware of. Yuan could practically see his face, stricken with shame, reflected in the broad expanse of the puddle.

“The amount of time in which my assistance was needed simply… exceeded the limits of my body. I am deeply sorry, Lord Yuan.” 

“Sorry for what?” Yuan snipped, his calm composure faltering just in that moment. “I'm not a monster; you could have taken a break.”

“I hardly found it appropriate to ask for one.” Botta explained, his polite tone giving way to bashfulness.

This was intriguing, indeed.

“Ask for one? You're not a schoolchild, are you? You're a man. You can just go.” Yuan stated dryly. 

Botta was an excellent commander, but he was subservient and loyal to Yuan to a fault. Yuan feared it would be the death of him someday if he wasn't careful– but that was neither here nor there. 

What was here right now was that glistening, almost lovely puddle on the floor, beneath the hem of Botta’s now-stained tunic. And there was Botta, right in front of him, and the massive man was shaking like a delicate leaf in the wind.

Was it wrong that there was a part of Yuan which wanted to shelter that delicacy? To claim it for himself, even?

Yuan shook his head, and he tried to get out of his own head, to focus on Botta. Botta, who seemed truly baffled, as if what Yuan had told him had been some sort of revelation.

“Lord Yuan! Thank you, but…” Botta shook his head, as if he, too, was trying to shake away some unwelcome thought. “I couldn't. I can't imagine… why, it would be so rude to walk away mid-task, when my role could be crucial in..”

Stop.

Yuan crossed his arms and turned on his heel, turning away from Botta.

Stop.

Yuan could only get so erect. And he was at that threshold at an alarming pace.

“Stop.” Yuan finally said aloud. “I've heard enough. Botta, fetch a mop. After that, you’re dismissed for the day.”

Oh, how regrettable it was to be facing away from Botta, and not be able to see his reaction; surely it was glorious.

“Lord Yuan! Please–” 

“Botta. Enough.” Yuan said firmly. Then, a bit more softly, he continued, “Haven't you stressed your mind and your body enough? Find peace, if only for the rest of the night.”

Yuan cleared his throat, then continued again. The moment of softness was gone, replaced by level-headed indifference. “Make no error, we will continue this conversation later, regarding the matter of breaks and this seeming lack of regard toward your own self. But for now, that's enough."

Should Yuan have stayed and tried to comfort the man who has sacrificed so much for him? Almost certainly. 

However, Yuan had a pressing urge to retreat to somewhere private, and to indulge in a matter which Botta seemed to struggle with: the practice of being completely self-serving.

Oh, Yuan was certainly going to take care of his own needs. He was going to do it to the picture, still crisp in his mind, of a red-faced Botta with a yellow puddle spreading under him. And, to the thoughts of what he wanted to do to that man; to that poor man, who was loyal to a fault.

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To give credit where credit was due, Yuan had quickly and significantly improved at noticing the small cues from Botta; the shiftiness, the tension, the nerves.

Botta hadn't had another accident since the incident, which was now several days in the past. Logically speaking, this was likely because Botta was an adult, and he could generally hold his own bladder.

However, there was an arrogant part of Yuan which wanted to believe that it was due to his help.

At the very least, Yuan’s help wasn't hurting anything– save, perhaps, for Botta’s pride– but what did he need a silly thing like that for, anyway?

Botta wasn't too proud to start shifting his weight from foot to foot, right where he stood in front of Yuan’s desk. He wasn't too proud to unfurl his fingers and clench his fists at his sides in repetition. 

So, why should it be assumed that Botta was too proud to have Yuan point out the obvious?

“Botta,” Yuan began, pausing to run his tongue over his lips to slick them, savoring the next delicious sentence, “Do you need to go potty?” 

The way that Botta almost flinched told Yuan everything he needed to know.

“There is no need to put it like that… ” Botta protested, then swallowed hard. “But yes, I do. And I will; in a moment. Now, what were you saying about… before you asked me if–” 

“It doesn't matter.” Yuan dismissed Botta’s attempt to carry on business as usual. “If you have to go, then go.” He urged.

“Lord Yuan! Of course; in a moment.” Botta insisted.

Yuan raised an eyebrow. He knew Botta, and he knew that ‘a moment' could easily turn into an hour, which could possibly turn into another puddle on the floor. 

An excited shiver ran down Yuan’s spine at the possibility. That was interesting, in a way Yuan wasn't certain he wanted to unpack. Botta wasn't his plaything, he was his own man, a respected comrade; a friend, even. Just because it was possible to keep Botta busy and distracted until he had a humiliating accident certainly didn't mean that he should entertain that possibility… despite the tingling trailing downward which seemed to scream ‘yes!’

No. Yuan wanted to be a good comrade, a good friend; he wanted to be good to Botta. Even if that meant being the bad guy.

“Why not now?” Yuan pushed, somewhat sternly. “Is the restroom not right down the hall? Will it truly take that long?”

The way that Botta’s jaw was set made it seem like he wanted to protest, but didn't have a good enough argument to justify voicing his dissent. He said nothing. Yet at the same time, he didn't move from where he stood… save for a twitch of the leg. Other than his urge to squirm, he seemed frozen in place. Perhaps from indecision? Or shock, from the way that Yuan was prodding him?

With a sigh, Yuan stood up. Botta had forced his hand.

“Come. I'll go with you.” 

The way that Botta’s face reddened almost rivaled the lovely shade on his face when he'd had that accident. It matched the shade his face had turned the previous couple of times Yuan had done this in the past few days.

“You… needn't trouble yourself.” Botta choked. Despite his enormous stature, he seemed to shrink where he stood when Yuan approached him.

“It's no trouble.” Yuan said, with a hint of humor in his voice. “Perhaps I need to go, as well, and wish to take care of it in a timely manner. Now, come; we can make a date out of it.”

Yuan briskly led them out. Botta, with his head drooped with shame, followed. As promised, the restroom truly wasn't far– it was truly wonderful that the renegades’ base had advanced technology which included indoor plumbing. This wouldn't be enjoyable, or even feasible, in a cramped outhouse.

The restroom was empty when the two of them entered. Despite there being plenty of space for both of them, Yuan followed Botta into the stall.

Botta coughed awkwardly, as if he wanted to speak up. “Is this really necessary?” Or something to that effect. 

Yet, he didn't. He remained perfectly compliant, even as Yuan locked the stall door behind them. Save for seeming to vibrate in place, the urgency thrumming through his body where he stood in front of the toilet, Botta even remained relatively calm for the situation. Despite his embarrassment and discomfort, his trust in Yuan was palpable. When Yuan cozied up behind him, Botta practically leaned into the touch.

Their hands worked in tandem, both inching up the hem of Botta’s long tunic until it was bunched up at his waist, leaving him exposed. 

This was a dangerous game they were playing; two men, who were supposed to be friends at most.

That still didn’t stop Yuan’s hands from dancing to the front of Botta’s briefs and palming the damp fabric.

Damp. Not wet or sodden, like they had been the past couple of times, but still, damp! It suggested that Botta had leaked a little bit a little while ago, and enough time had passed since then for the fabric to slightly dry. Yet, despite the warning leak his body had given, Botta still hadn’t relieved himself!

Yuan let out a ‘tsk’ sort of noise to indicate his disappointment, and he felt the larger man shiver against him. “Botta, what am I going to do with you?”

“Lord Yuan, I–”

“You clearly won’t take breaks without me reminding you. However, what will happen if I’m not there to remind you?” Yuan let the question hang in the air for a moment, but Botta didn’t give him a real answer. Yuan imagined his mouth opening and closing, like a fish out of water.

“Will I have to put you in those padded underpants, like a child who is potty training?” Yuan entertained the perverse thought aloud. He felt Botta’s shoulders tense.

“That… shouldn’t be necessary, Lord Yuan.” Botta said quietly.

Shouldn’t, yet here they were.

“Or what about diapers? There’s a thought– then you won’t have to take breaks at all. Is that what you want?”

Botta felt hot against him. Yuan could imagine how red his face was right now. 

“That won’t be necessary.” Botta said, more firmly this time.

“Oh? And why is that?” Yuan prodded. He was surprised, but not disappointed, that Botta was finally speaking up for himself.

Botta didn’t answer for a moment. In that moment, seemingly eternal, Botta’s body quaked, seemingly driven mad by the need to relieve himself– the toilet was right there, but he was still frustratingly too clothed. Or perhaps there was a different urgency, a different need for catharsis, which was roiling within him, threatening to boil over.

After a moment, a bit of the pressure escaped.

“Because I’m a grown man! I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

There it was. Finally.

Botta even continued, “I… will start taking better care of myself.”

Oh, this was music to Yuan’s ears! As delicious as it was to tease Botta, it wasn’t sustainable for it to go on forever. Not within the confines of their professional, platonic relationship. Not for Botta’s own sake.

After all, even a man as obedient as Botta needed some spark of personal pride within himself. Despite how the perverse, sadistic streak within Yuan tried to defy it.

It was Yuan’s turn to suppress his urges. He’d known desire before within his long lifetime. Botta, even as subservient and handsome as he was, wouldn’t be impossible to resist. 

Still, Yuan's hands, seemingly independent of his own mind, squeezed the front of Botta’s briefs again. They were wet now. At the touch, they grew a bit warmer and wetter.

“My goodness! You’ve grown quite desperate, haven’t you?” Yuan remarked at a volume which would have been humiliating were anyone else in the restroom with them. 

As if to prove Yuan’s point, a burst of wetness bloomed against Yuan’s hand. Yuan shivered and sighed, stricken how hot it was; in temperature, of course. He wasn’t necessarily into this; yet the desperation and basic, raw need behind it certainly did something for him.

Yuan was sure that he could continue this back-and-forth of teasing and leaking until Botta’s control fully broke. He was sure that he would get away with it, too; Botta wouldn’t even resent him for it– at least, not outwardly. 

Yuan, through the haze of growing arousal, had to dissuade himself. He reminded himself that it wouldn’t be fair. Botta had promised to start taking better care of himself. In turn, Yuan needed to take care of him.

Botta shivered, but didn't resist when Yuan suddenly pulled his briefs down to mid-thigh.

Botta was big, in a way which was proportional to the rest of his body and then some. His hefty cock and balls flopped out of his sodden underpants. A pitter-patter against tile and the edge of porcelain indicated that Botta was dribbling with barely any restraint– what was left of his self-control had given way to pure desperation, and it was going to make a mess on the floor if Yuan dragged this out any longer.

“That won’t do.” Yuan murmured. He took Botta’s cock, warm, weighty, and wet into his hand and angled it forward a bit. A satisfying tinkling against water was his reward, and Yuan hummed with satisfaction.

“There you are.” Yuan murmured again, his voice taking on a tone almost adjacent to praise. “Go ahead, you’ve certainly waited long enough.”

As always, Botta was obedient.

Yuan felt the massive body relax against his own. The tinkling turned into heavy splashing. Botta’s stream was powerful, echoing audibly within the stall as he let go, but the relieved sigh that Botta let out was the real treat. 

Yuan could drink it up, listen to those relieved exhales and satisfied little mewls for eternity. His mind flashed to the fantasy of Botta in bed– perhaps restrained, perhaps letting out the same sounds as Yuan teased him. Yuan could only dream about the sounds Botta would make upon achieving a different kind of release.

It certainly seemed like an eternity in which Yuan was rewarded with the simultaneous sounds of splashing and relief. Botta had been full; practically ready to burst. Just like when Botta had wet himself and the puddle had kept growing and growing beyond what seemed possible, Botta’s relief now seemed to exceed the constraints of logical time.

In truth, Yuan lost track of time. He found himself zoning out as he clung tightly to Botta from behind. It was comfortable, and it almost felt right, with Yuan holding Botta and assisting him with such a basic task that Botta could surely handle by himself, and Botta obediently holding his tunic out of the way, not fighting it or saying a word.

Yuan even found himself idly rubbing Botta’s cock as they carried on. It wasn’t fully flaccid, but certainly couldn’t be called erect. Yuan wasn’t sure if that came from lack of attraction, or if Botta was simply showing exceptional self-restraint. However, Botta certainly didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t swat Yuan’s hand away as the rubbing with the pad of his thumb progressed to more of a full, encircling stroke. He mewled with satisfaction when Yuan’s hand found the end of his lengthy shaft and palmed the tip, rubbing away the residual urine, as Botta’s cock had grown too stiff to shake.

However, it didn’t advance beyond that. Botta let out a grunt from the back of his throat, and he released the folds of the fabric of his tunic, letting it fall and drape over him, surely tenting. Yuan took the hint and removed his hand, figuring that Botta could see to the matter of his wet briefs on his own. Whether he decided to put them back on, or to go nude under his tunic for the rest of the day– Yuan certainly wouldn’t mind, either way.

“Thank you, Lord Yuan. I’m feeling… very relieved.” Botta said, not addressing the prospect that Yuan could relieve him more.

Instead, he switched back to service mode, turning his attention to Yuan and his prospective relief.

“Did you need to use the restroom, as well?” Botta asked cordially. Then, more quietly, he added, “I could assist you as well, if you'd like.” 

Yuan’s cock throbbed within his trousers at the thought of Botta touching him, in return. However, his help wouldn't be necessary: Yuan was much too erect to pee, after all. 

While a different sort of relief would be welcome, Yuan didn't want to take more than Botta was willing to offer. He didn't know if Botta was aware of how achingly aroused he was when he'd offered his help. It was unlikely that Botta hadn't felt his erection pressing against his backside, but it wasn't impossible. 

Though, if Botta hadn't noticed that Yuan was hard yet, he certainly would when he turned to fully face Yuan. To prevent this, Yuan spun on his heel and turned his back to Botta.

“That's not necessary. I'll… wait until later.” Yuan responded.

To say that he ached from the denial of need would be an understatement.

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Yuan tapped his foot rapidly against the floor. The clicking of his boot against the tiles was a distraction from the layout of the base which Botta and his men had scouted out, which was now being mapped out for him on a whiteboard. 

Yuan just couldn’t sit still. He tried to focus on what Botta was explaining to him, but in truth, his mind was elsewhere. He hadn’t used the restroom when they’d last been there, and that had been several hours ago.

This time, Botta was the one who took notice of Yuan’s shiftiness and agitation.

He seemed shy to speak up at first. “Lord Yuan, do you need to…”

In fact, he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He cleared his throat, and his cheeks were pink when he spoke up again. “I am perfectly happy to continue this matter later, if you need a moment to… stretch your legs.”

Now, there was something; fretting over one’s direct superior like a worried mother hen!

“I’m fine.” Yuan snapped, though not too harshly, just trying to hide how tickled he was that Botta cared about his well-being in such a mundane sense.

No, that was a stupid thought. Of course Botta cared for him; it was glaringly obvious in everything he did!

Yuan certainly wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It seemed like it had been a long time since somebody had cared that much.

Yuan pushed that thought aside. In fact, he was fine with suppressing a lot of things for now.

“I’m fine.” Yuan said, calmer. “You may continue.”

Yet Botta didn’t continue.

“If it is all the same to you,” Botta spoke up again after another moment, “I was thinking of stepping away for a moment, as well. I was going to wait until I was done with the matter at hand… but in truth, it is a bit complex, and may take quite a bit more time to explain.”

Yuan balked at Botta. Not only was Botta asking for a break for himself– finally– but he was suggesting that Yuan take a break, as well.

Again, Yuan tried, and probably failed, to hide how tickled he was.

“I suppose I could walk with you.” Yuan relented, making a point of sighing and stretching as he stood up, trying to seem casual.

Botta seemed happy. He absolutely did not hide how pleased he was.

“Lord Yuan! Thank you.” He chirped politely. He waited for Yuan to approach him, and then even took the courtesy as they walked to adjust his speed so his long legs didn’t outpace Yuan. 

They walked in silence for a moment, until they reached the restroom– their obvious goal, despite how much they had avoided speaking of it. It was humorous, really; Yuan had no issue with speaking about Botta’s needs, yet was so clandestine when it came to his own.

But Botta stopped them, right before the bathroom door. Yuan resisted the urge to glare; surely Botta knew that his large body was preventing Yuan from entering without shoving around him.

“I was just thinking–!” Botta began, seeming flustered as he stumbled over his words.

“Yes? Get on with it.”

Yuan’s curt tone did not help with Botta’s nerves, but he reached the point quick enough anyway. “After we… take care of matters at hand… I was thinking, perhaps, we could walk a bit more and… see if we might make a pot of coffee in one of the kitchens?”

Was that it? Oh, that was adorable.

“Oh, a coffee break?” Yuan said with a smirk. “Now you’re being downright leisurely, Botta.”

Botta seemed flabbergasted. His mouth opened and closed around a half-formed apology, but Yuan stopped him before he could stammer it out.

“Relax. I would love to join you for coffee.” 

Botta’s shoulders relaxed, and he seemed pleased. Yuan cleared his throat, reminding him that he was still in the way; there were more pressing matters to attend to, first. 

But, after that? It was a date. 

Yuan couldn’t be happier about the prospect. Still, he chalked it up to being relieved that Botta was finally taking time for himself. He wrapped his thoughts and feeling up neatly in that cover, and buried them in the back of his mind.