Preparation

“Diego, I need you to help me prepare.” Camaxtli enters their room without warning, as always. He is holding a reed and a jug.

Diego, who had been drowsing, is instantly awake when the other enters. “Of course. How can I help?”

"I will show you." he said. He led Diego outside to their small yard, where he slid the reed into his anus -without bothering with any lubrication- he bled a little. "You pour water through the reed. Slowly."

Diego is quite shocked by this. “What is this for?” he asks, trying to keep his voice neutral--he doesn’t want to make Camaxtli feel like he’s insulting his beliefs.

"Purification, for certain ceremonies." Camaxtli let Diego pour all the water in. "Take out the reed." he told him. When he was done, Camaxtli dug himself a hole and covered it up when he was done squatting. "Where is Miguel?" he asked Diego, watching his sacrifice.

“I think he’s shopping,” Diego said, still a little startled by what’s just happened.

"I do not understand why he does that so often." Camaxtli said. "I won't need you for the sacrifice tonight. I'd like you to stay somewhere else until I come and get you."

“Are you sure? I thought you were preparing for a ceremony,” Diego asks.

"No." The Aztec laughed. "The god I sacrifice to tonight does not want human blood."

Diego wonders if feces can be sacrificed to a god. "Oh." The laughter startles him, and he's suddenly tempted to hug the other. He turns to leave instead.

Camaxtli grabbed him by the wrist. "I didn't say to leave yet."

Diego froze, nestling against Camaxtli, hoping the other won't notice.

Camaxtli pulled back his head, biting his neck none too gently.

Diego's neck and back arch, from startled pleasure. His cock grows erect.

Smiling like a jaguar, Camaxtli went to his knees, taking Diego's cock in his mouth.

Diego nearly cums on the spot, his head snapping backward, hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms.

Using his fingernail, Camaxtli cut a line down the length of Diego's cock, letting it bleed for a moment before lapping it up.

Diego cries out, the unexpected sensation ruining his last drop of control, adding semen to the blood.

Camaxtli drinks it, waiting until the blood had stopped flowing before standing again

Diego feels his knees go weak, his nails digging harder into his palms as he fights to stay standing.

Camaxtli brought him to their 'bed', pushing him down and laying with him.

Diego more or less falls, coiling as close to Camaxtli as possible.

Camaxtli pets the boy's hair, being surprisingly gentle.

"That was...unexpected..." he murmurs.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

Diego blushes. "That...act...I always thought it would be me performing it on you..."

"And why is that?" he seemed a little amused, but he wasn't smiling

"It...I always thought...was something done for a more...powerful man."

"Hm." Camaxtli bit his ear gently, pulling with his teeth.

Diego shivers, twisting over top of Camaxtli.

Camaxtli laughed again, clawing his fingernails down the other's bare back.

Diego alternately sprawls, twists and writhes, both seeking and avoiding Camaxtli's nails.

Camaxtli continues to claw him, wrestling almost playfully.

He bit the other's shoulder, growling a little.

Diego finally laughs as Camaxtli finds a ticklish spot, an open, boyish sound, much as he must have sounded when alive. It's been a long time since he laughed so freely.

He smirks, pinning the other and biting his shoulder all the way up to his ear. Camaxtli growls a little in the Spaniard's ear.

Diego honest-to-god giggles, murmuring a quick, breathy "Loveyou" into Camaxtli's ear.

Camaxtli actually purred, murmuring it back to him in nahuatl.

Diego understood the tone, if not the words. (Although Camaxtli's tone could occasionally be deceptive.) Cautiously he lick-nibbled his lord's neck.

Camaxtli stroked the other man's hair gently, closing his eyes, enjoying the feelings.

Diego yawned, his jaw cracking, into the easy silence. He grinned a bit sheepishly, making happy, sleepy murmurs.

"Nehua monequiltia-ti." he murmured again, laughing softly.

Diego tries to repeat it, stumbling heavily over the strange words.

"Hm. Try it again." he said, surprisingly patient.

The Spaniard grins softly, looking very young, very innocent and open. "I...like it when you're happy like this. With me." He rolls his head to gaze at the other man.

"Hmm, you've pleased me." he stroked Diego's hair out of his face gently.

Diego smiles, nodding. "Neh...nehua moneh...tequila. Tea."

Camaxtli chuckled softly, biting the other's ear again gently.

Diego gives a happy groan, rapidly drifting off. Sleep doesn't usually come to him easily, and he welcomes it.

The Aztec stays awake, stroking the Spaniard's hair softly and letting him sleep. He will wait for Miguel to return before moving Diego and performing his sacrifice.