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Suraksha III: Inviting Disorder

Aditya awoke to the sound of the pre-programmed alarm on his phone, the incessant ringing shaking him violently awake with its shrill song. Giving a large yawn, the lapine flung the comforter off of his body and stared down his torso in an effort to examine his plastic-enveloped crotch. The center of his slightly-sodden diaper, tented with the accidental carnality of his morning wood, created a crinkly pyramid of urine and unsated male urge. The rabbit, feeling much better about yesterday's carnage, teased himself with a light squeeze over the tip of his pampered erection before resolving himself to get ready for work. Tossing the used diaper without looking into his trash can, the sleepy bunny sought to fully awaken himself with a quick shower before work. He toyed with the idea of a quick morning wank in the shower as his member bobbed freely between his legs, but decided that he would be better off sticking to his routine of jerking off before bed in order to help him sleep; it was bad enough that he'd been too anxious to relieve himself last night, and there was no need to further alter his routines.

After bathing and dressing himself (including slipping on a nice and clean pull-up for work) he fixed himself a quick breakfast of toast and marmalade and grabbed the things he would need for work, including his leftover dinner from the night before for lunch and a new pair of pants. Of course he had to waste a few minutes satisfying his OCD, but Adit knew this and always made sure to awaken early enough to accomodate the primary symptom of his anxiety disorder.

Still on time (naturally) Aditya got into his car and prepared to leave. He had suffered from his anxiety a little when first learning to drive, but now it only triggered when there was a diversion on the road. Since he had discovered the construction yesterday, his mind would not necessarily register this as a threat today. Of course, he worked on the other side of town and so there could be any number of changes on his route. Fortunately for the anxious lapine, there were none and he managed to arrive at his company within one minute of his usual time; an acceptable margin of error, even if it was meant he was technically earlier than normal.

Aditya's employer, American Cybersecurity and Innovation Departments, Inc AKA ACIDcorp, was a private company designed with two key branches. The first was the research and development of cutting-edge software that was often contracted by both civilian and military groups for their respective projects. The other, with which Aditya was far more familiar, was the side of the company that identified and dealt with threats to the public of an online nature; anything from devastating viruses to hacking and scamming went through this department.

The mocha-furred rabbit made fleeting smalltalk with his coworkers as he made his way to his desk, dropping off his food on the way in the company fridge. He sat down at his computer and awoke it from sleep mode. The machine beeped and whirred, stirring awake before greeting Adit with the login screen. Only as a precaution, of course: no one else used this computer except for the tech-savvy bunny himself. Aditya looked over at his small amounts of clutter: a photo of his family (those living in the US, plus his auntie who usually lived abroad), a miniature model of a blue-sequined autographed sitar complete with stand, and an analog clock that kept almost perfect time. The clock was particularly important to the rabbit, as it would help remind him to quickly visit the restroom every hour. When he got hired a couple of years ago he had to disclose his condition, but that didn't mean that he wanted everyone in the company to know about it. Indeed, the rabbit was so efficient that the total time spent in the bathroom didn't make a dent in his productivity.

Just as Aditya got settled into his tasks that were still waiting for him since Saturday he heard his boss walk into the main room where he and other professional white hats worked. It was more accurate to say heard, for the jovial lion was hard to miss as his baritone laugh echoed throughout the hallway, signaling his approach. The lapine closed his eyes and tried to focus himself: Mr. Kamau was an effective and approachable boss, but did he really have to be so raucous?

The great feline, taking all the presence in the room with his rotund frame and large mane was so eye-catching that it took a moment for the other employees to notice that there was another fur cradled semi-consensually in the cat's huge arm. Aditya had to squint and first, but as the pair finally reached the computers he felt a knot tie in the pit of his stomach. Surely, it couldn't be...

"John Vestaga!," boomed the lion in a half-roar, half-declaration. "Boys and girls, meet our new brother in advertising, John Vestaga!" John looked as if he would rather have just been allowed to walk in quietly and introduce himself, but that was not Mr. Kamau's way: the charismatic cat's approach was always blunt and obvious, not unlike his demeanor and waistline respectively.

Mr. Kamau continued "This young fella's going to be taking over the responsibility of showing the world how great we, or our products, are. I just know he'd going to fit in to the family just fine. So everyone, make sure you peel your eyes away from your screens and come say hi!" He then gave the much smaller fur what was intended to be a friendly pat on the back, but was inadvertently which was a blow that almost knocked him flat on his face. The mouse squeaked in shock, before giving a nervous cough.

"H...hi guys..." he began, clearly public speaking was not the reason for the rodent's recent hiring. " I, um...just got into town a few days ago. This is my first day and I'm looking forward to working with all of you...here..." he trailed off as his bright blue eyes zoned in on a certain dark brown, long-eared fur. "I look forward to working with you, so if you see me around..." he said, his gaze locked onto the one employee he recognized "...don't be afraid to say hi." It was unfortunate that John's pelt was a mixture of white and black splotches, since it was easy to see that the fur on his cheeks had become slightly pink.

Aditya wasn't sure if he would rather be anywhere else, or if it would be easier if he could just will himself out of existence. _He'll probably move on when he's met a couple of the guys here, _he reasoned, trying to recall if he knew of any other gay workers at the company. With a resolute huff, the rabbit began to focus on his work.

Before he knew it, the rabbit's stomach was growling: it demanded his attention for at least the next 30 mins. Despite this morning's distraction, he'd managed to keep on top of his bathroom break routine and so far had avoided having an accident at work. Locking his computer almost subconsciously with the required keyboard shortcuts, the hungry lapine headed towards the breakroom to retrieve his food. Of course, as luck would have it when he went to grab his lunch, the new employee was also there. John was sat alone, munching happily away on some kind of ready-made frozen meal he'd heated up in the communal microwave. Under normal circumstances Aditya would have pondered whether madness or courage had encouraged the use of the seldom-cleaned appliance, but he was locked in his own emotional struggle. He wanted to, needed to, sit in his specific spot and eat his lunch, but on the other hand that would mean sitting next to John.

The mouse, upon the realization that his lapine co-worker had entered the breakroom beamed up at him; it was mere good fortune that there were no pieces of re-heated noodle between his teeth. "Hey, it's Aditya right? Or, I guess Adit since we'll likely get to know each other. Have a seat?" he offered, gesturing his small paw to the adjacent chair: the rabbit's usual seat.

More out of a want to at least retain some normalcy in his day than a deep urge to speak with the rodent, the cacao fur obliged. This was as close as he'd ever been to the mouse, and he couldn't help his twitchy bunny snout getting a quick whiff of the rodent: at least he smelled clean, and there was a faint scent of aftershave that was just enough to accentuate the mouse's scent without being overpowering. The same reaction as yesterday began in his chest, as if he were suddenly more conscious of his heartbeat. Aditya wasn't a shy type, but his aversion to different and new experiences made him slightly unnerved all the same.

The rabbit nodded in response to John's question "Yes, that's what people call me here. I prefer it, too: it's shorter..." he admitted. He couldn't believe how easily he was making chit-chat with his new colleague, or how much he wanted to do so.

"Well, you can't really shorten 'John', right?" said John "It's actually not short for 'Jonathan', by the way. My full first name is just John; boring right? Not like yours. What is your name, anyway? It sounds Asian, but Asia's huge so it's a fair guess if you've no idea, like me." continued the mouse on his minor monologue.

At least he asked first, thought the lapine as he popped open his own lunch of sliced root veggies and collard greens. "Yeah, it's Indian. My grandparents came here after the war, but most of my extended family still live there" he explained, as if one's nominal origins were the most fascinating topic in the world.

Not-Jonathon nodded with interest "Mhmm, so do you have a boyfriend?" he asked bluntly, as casually as one might inquire about the weather.

Adit nearly choked on his carrot "Excuse me?" he asked, more out of shock than offense at the sudden change in topic.

"Oh, I asked if you had a boyfriend. I mean, yesterday you were staring at me and I didn't exactly mind, but I just wanted to know if anyone might get jealous if we hung out together, you know?" commented John between bites, as if nothing odd had just occurred between them.

The dark fur managed to swallow the piece of food and worked his best to not permit his heart to burst free of his chest and escape the situation. "I...no, I don't," he confessed, looking down at his food. He didn't know how to react, no one had really shown interest in the nerdy bunny before; he didn't even know if the rodent even liked him like tha-

Aditya's already-shaky train of thought completely derailed as he felt a long, sinewy appendage gently curl around his ankle and brush through his pant leg. Part of him wanted to bolt out of there and cut the rest of his food as a loss, did this count as workplace harassment? Yet another deeper part of him wanted this; change was terrifying but also a kind of perverse thrill. He did indeed find the mouse attractive, although he'd never been on so much as a date with another fur before. The murine was so forward too, Aditya could almost not believe the patched male's nerve. Does he do this often? he wondered, doing his best to appear to focus on his lunch.

"I hope I'm not scaring you, Adit, but I do find you attractive. I just wanted to see if you felt the same way," mused John seductively, subtly training a light-colored eye under the shared table to check between the rabbit's legs: he suppressed a satisfied chuckle at the thick bulge prominent in the bunny's crotch. _Maybe a bit big for my first, but he seems like a nice guy, _thought the rodent. In truth the mouse had very little experience with other males, but the fantasy's he'd had did wonders for his solo sex life.

Aditya felt a curious cocktail of fear and lust churn in his belly, unsure of which would reign supreme. He definitely felt himself stiffen inside his pants, and just as well for the rabbit that he did; his nerves had expedited another primary bodily function, and one of which he was far more keenly aware. The tip of his partially-firm penis was becoming moist, but it most assuredly wasn't precum.

"I... excuse me!" he stammered, getting up as fast as he could and almost knocking over both of their meals as he rushed to the familiar restroom. The workplace bathroom was fully accessible and -strangely enough- contained a baby changing stall. Fearing that he'd not make it that far, the rabbit burst into the empty washroom and unzipped his pants at the closest urinal. This time, he had made it. Something about that murine made his nerves shot, which was having an adverse affect on his incontinence. The mocha bunny sighed in relief as he destroyed the urinal cake with his piss; he'd actually been fast enough to not have to change out of his pull-up just yet.

At least I didn't piss myself in front of him again, though Adit, consolidating himself at this more fortuitous turn of events. Unbeknownst to him, the small rodent wasn't so patient as to wait for the taller fur's return: indeed, the small buck had followed him almost immediately to see where his new friend had run.

John had a good view of the back of Adit's body. His rumpled dress shirt resting over his brown spade tail, pertly raised above a pair of cute buttocks. For a second John wondered why he'd not just opened his fly and relieved himself, then he saw the crinkled rim of plastic wrapped about the rabbit's waist cinched up just underneath his rump. It was quite a lovely sight, seeing the rim of the rabbit's wrinkled waistband put his bum on display.

"So, this is why you keep running off. At least I know it's not me," chimed the mouse.

Time stopped for Aditya. He had been literally caught with his pants down, his small diaper clearly visible to the intrusive rodent; who follows someone into the restroom anyway? The bunny fought hard, but failed to prevent his hyperventilation. He knew it wasn't exactly a secret at work, but he'd never given anyone actual confirmation like this. This discovery shouldn't have happened, yet it had.

OK, Adit: think, he told himself. _He hasn't left in disgust yet... _The rabbit recalled a lesson he'd gotten from his high school psychiatrist regarding his anxiety: if having control eases your anxiety, then sometimes it might me a good idea to try and take control of a chaotic situation. With a deep huff to steady himself the rabbit pulled up his pants and turned to face the peeping rodent, whom had at this point entered the restroom properly.

_The height difference is really quite noticeable once we stand next to each other, _his brain chipped in, uselessly. The rabbit cleared his throat; may as well be honest now that his nightmare had been realized.

"They are medically necessary," he began "I'm sadly incontinent, so I don't know when I need to pee. I have to wear them, or I'll end up rui-"

"I think they're cute." interjected John, rudely.

"Yeah, I can usually make it to the bathroom but...wait, did you say you think they're cute?" asked the rabbit, surprised beyond all belief. It sounded like a fantasy: not only was John not completely disgusted, but he thought they were cute, too? Adit pondered exactly what might be wrong with the rodent, but couldn't ponder for long as the confident mouse closed the distance between them. This lack of distance made the tension palpable between the two young males, John's breath husky against the rabbit's neck as he looked up at the bunny's face.

"Yes, I did. They're not the only thing on you that's cute either, Adit." John placed his paws either side of the rabbit, against the tiled wall. He had to stretch up just a tiny bit on his toes, his muzzle mere inches away from the bunny's "Don't you need to wash your paws?" he asked, his voice low and heavy with arousal. He would definitely think about this rabbit tonight, that's for sure.

Take control, demanded Aditya's brain. So he did, as if he were an automaton obeying orders from a program. Awkwardly and somewhat clumsily the bunny placed his paws onto the smaller male's shoulders and pressed his muzzle forwards, colliding with the rodent's mouth.

A kiss. A first for the rabbit; while it could have been in a location nicer than a workplace bathroom it couldn't have happened with a nicer guy. A lust for power, as well as of the more generic kind, filled the lapine as he pushed his lips against those of the mouse who was definitely not pulling back. On the contrary, John exhaled low against the rabbit's lips and parted his own, planting soft rodent kisses against the taller and darker fur. The mouse could taste it, that need to own the situation and be in control. That, in addition to the flavor of Adit's mouth caused his own pants to tighten, his paws leaving the wall and finding themselves around the rabbit's waist.

Certainly not wanting to lose control of the situation now, as well as accepting that this was happening regardless of what he had planned, Adit went with it. He towered over John by over a foot, so he just kept his paws on the mouse's shoulders and kissed as best as he imagined that he should. The pair stood against each other firmly (in more ways than one), their lips bouncing soft and wet off of each other. Their pulses increased respectively in the heat of the moment, completely forgetting where they were and just enjoying each other's company. This was fast, even for an office romance, but both males had their reasons for needing one another: John was eager to get to know the quiet rabbit better and Aditya was just happy to know that his condition wasn't enough to drive the mouse away, especially when it was something the rabbit wanted so very much. Their respective malehoods strained in their clothes, the tips of their tented pants pressing firmly together as they made out. The strong pressing even made the rabbit's 'underwear' crinkle slightly against the pressure, which only made the mouse that little bit harder.

Oh, don't let this be a dream, completely forgetting his stresses in that moment and wanting to know and explore this new wild change to his life.

Suddenly, the pair were startled out of their embrace by knuckles striking against the wall of the bathroom closest to the entrance. Adit broke off at once, recognizing the paw easily as it was tawny, clawed and could likely crush a skull if it so pleased.

"Boys, I'm not one to intrude but I believe you're due back to work now, yes?" chortled the formless voice of Mr. Kamau. "Next time, try to keep it to the bedroom OK?" he laughed, pausing just long enough for the males inside to reshevel themselves before coming in to use the urinal himself. Suffice to say, the pair left expediently.

En route to the break room the couple walked silently in contemplation. It was, however, Aditya who finally broke the silence.

"I've...never done that before," he stated quietly.

"I have, a couple of times but...that was the best I think I've had" responded the mouse. "I think I like you, Adit."

The rabbit gulped, saying the only thing he could think of before his anxiety could take advantage of his lapse in horniness "Do you want to come over to my home after work?" he sputtered, the last of his energy spent as he could physically feel his mental illness working overtime to compensate for his earlier bravado.

John stared at Adit, blinking. This was a bit fast, even for him but...he had to admit it to himself, this mocha bunny interested him quite a lot. "I...well...yes. Sure. We finish around six, right? Meet me in the parking lot?"

"S-sure. See you then," was all the bunny could spit out as his resolve crumbled. He put his food away (John had to toss his in the trash, unluckily) and made it back to his computer just in time for his shift to resume.

Oh crap!, thought the rabbit suddenly. Did that actually just happen? Did I just get caught making out with a near total stranger in the bathroom, and now I've invited him over? Why did I do that?! Maybe it's not too late to rescind the invite...no, that'd be rude and besides; wasn't it fun? Do I want this...

Aditya tried to focus on his work for the rest of the day. Apparently, so he'd learned, his disorders (mental and physical) were no match for the power of testosterone when it coursed through his veins. It was a shame that his body had calmed and then remembered that it should be terrified right now. It would be torture, watching the seconds tick down until six this evening, when he'd be forced into the anxious hell he'd created for himself: inviting a near-stranger into his private sanctuary: apparently even the most OCD-plagued of males can think with their dick sometimes.

_Six o' clock..._the rabbit began to fret, as he did his best to continue with his troubleshooting.

And Aditya was scared.