Sequel #3 to Competition Over the Visitor- yes, dear readers, IT HAS BEGUN! MIKEY FANS REJOICE!

Disclaimer and Warnings
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I'd love to.
*Contains turtlecest*
Credit:
Deviata of DeviantArt came up with the idea of a club where the Turtles could be themselves. The idea is not my own. I have tried to contact Deviata through dA for permission to use her idea. If you have any idea of another way to reach her, please let me know.
Setting:
The club they're going to is a place for 'freaks' of society- people who are deformed (by choice or accident), and those with a taste for odd or colourful costumes and clothing are welcome there. This club will be a returning feature in this sequel, so this won't be the last time we see it! :3

Chapter One

"I'm really uncomfortable…"

"Quit being a fuckin' baby," Raphael snapped as he buttoned Leo's shirt. "Yer gonna dress up, an' yer gonna enjoy it for once."

Leo stared at him miserably and Raphael sighed, fussily straightening the shirt before turning to a nearby chair.

"Here," he said gruffly. He held out a tan leather duster jacket, and smirked when he saw a gleam brighten Leo's face. Hastily his partner shrugged it on, and Raph grinned in spite of himself. "Now this I could get used to."

"So could I," Leo mused, brushing down the jacket. "This- Raph, this must've been so expensive-,"

"Nah," Raph shook his head. "Alex an' I raided a thrift store. Seriously Leo; relax."

Leo was in simple, tailored black pants and matching shoes. His thin white shirt was loose, billowing at the waist and wrists. But the tan duster was the pièce de résistance; it hugged his form, forming delicious shapes and planes along his arms and where it graced his legs.

Raphael's hands traced the outline of Leo's shoulders. "Damn, Leo. You look good enough to pounce righ' now."

Leo flushed, shoving Raphael away from him. "Later," he said huskily.

"Promise?" Raphael licked his lips hungrily, his fingers twitching at his side.

"Promise. But we have to get through tonight first."

Raphael groaned, rubbing his face. "I hope I can."

"Hey, you're not the only one who feels that way," Leo said sharply, reaching over to run his fingers suggestively down Raphael's chest. "Nice gear, by the way, bondage boy."

Raphael was Leo's complete opposite. His layered shirt and pants looks painted on, sliding tightly over his skin. It was made of thick, shiny leather that caught the light with every movement. A black mesh shirt ran down to his wrists; a sleeveless shirt that was open nearly all the way to his waist was stretched over it. But what got Leo's attention were the repeated straps and buckles down his legs, chest and boots.

"Thought you'd like," Raphael said, flushing darkly.

"It gives me ideas," Leo churred, his hands curling around his belt and tugging urgently.

Raph grinned lewdly. "That's the point. But yer right; we owe it to the others to not, uh, get distracted now."

"Agreed." Leo smiled again, crooking his arm. Raphael stared at it for a few seconds before roughly hooking his own around it.

"Does this mean you think I'm the girl?" Raphael snorted.

"You will be tonight," Leo whispered, his chocolate eyes laughing as they left their room and made their way downstairs.

"Whoa," Mikey exclaimed, his blue eyes wide as took in his brother's clothing. "That's… uh… unique."

"Wait till you see Alex," Raph sniggered.

"What?" Donnie said, looking up from his pacing. "She's late. She's never late."

"Geez, Don, relax. Yer as uptight as Leo," Raphael snorted.

"Yeah, seriously dude. Man, I'm glad you got out here; Donnie's driving me up the wall. How do I look?" Mikey put his arms out, spinning to give them a full view.

"You look awesome!" Raph praised.

Mikey's dark blue jeans were slightly baggy, nearly covering his shoes. Several chains crisscrossed through the many pockets in the canvas-style pants. His undershirt had a loud pattern and was covered by a sleek black vest. Fingerless black gloves matched the vest. The punk rocker look worked well for him.

Not surprisingly, Donnie was the most conservative of them. He wore an upscale, tailored three piece suit in a soft shade of blue pinstripes. His undershirt was dark navy, contrasting heavily with the coat and pants. His black shoes shone.

Alex was still in their room getting dressed, and they teased Donnie mercilessly until she poked her head out of the lab.

"Raph?" she said, waving at him. "C'mere a sec, would you?"

"Sure." He ran over, and she turned, pointing at her back.

"Could you do the last few clasps for me? I can't reach them, and I don't want to come out till I'm completely done…"

He snipped the last two closed, then patted her back fondly. "Anything else?"

"Nah." She wiggled a bit, then smiled up at him. "I think I'm ready."

"This is gonna be good," Raph laughed, then ran back over to Leo, holding onto his arm possessively as they waited for her.

Alex poked her head around the corner again, grinning at them. "Are you ready?"

"We've been ready," Donnie snapped. "What is taking you so lo- nnnggghh…"

Alex walked toward them wearing a coy smile, and they gasped collectively. Her outfit matched Raphael's in suggestiveness.

Thigh-high shiny vinyl boots covered black laced hose. A short skirt bounced as she walked, buoyed by a frilly white underlayer. A low-cut velvet corset hugged her waist and chest, crossed by many violet stripes of ribbon. Her tight black gloves matched her boots, glinting as the lights reflected from the material. Her hair was coiled in a bun on her head, soft curls already escaping to wisp around her face.

She stopped before Donnie, a hand on her hip, arching an eyebrow. He stared, then stared some more, until the others were hiding giggles behind their hands.

"Well?" she asked, almost irritably.

Donnie forced his mind back to reality. "You are not going out like that. End of story."

"Oh, yes I am," she said, smiling as she brought up her other hand. "Because I'm going to wear this." She placed something in his hand, and he looked down.

It was a studded collar, complete with a small hook where a leash was attached to it. Donatello began to grin as he fastened it around her neck.

"See?" She tugged gently on the leash. "You can show off your pet. Wouldn't you like to do that?"

"Yesss," Donnie hissed, his eyes raking over her clothes.

"Ooo-kay, why don't we get goin'," Raphael suggested, guiding Leo toward the exit.

"Good idea," Mikey said quickly, racing them to the door.

Donnie's grin widened as he pulled roughly on the leash, causing Alex to gasp pleasurably.

They all stared unabashedly once they were admitted into the club. Only Raphael had been to an actual club once before, but he was just as overwhelmed with the lights, sounds and smells. It was packed with people of all shapes and sizes- and oddities. They stood around, soaking in the experience until Donnie finally spoke up.

"Well, happy birthday Mikey," he said, grinning at his youngest brother.

"This is…" Mikey trailed off, his expression a mixture of happiness and fear.

"Nice not bein' stared at, huh?" Raph said happily.

"Quite." Leo gently pushed Mikey toward the crowd. "Now go find someone. Have fun."

Mikey gave him a fearful glance, obviously torn between obeying and staying close to the relative safety of his brothers.

"Go on," Raph said gruffly. "We'll be around."

Mikey nodded, an evil grin splitting his face before he ran off, melting into the crowd.

"C'mon, Don," Raph said, pulling on both his and Leo's arms. "Let's get some drinks down ya."

"No!" Donnie gasped in protest. "I told you I wasn't going to touch any alcohol."

"Too bad, it's a rule," Raphael grinned. "And you too, Fearless."

"Me?" Leo said, startled. "But-,"

Raphael glared, silencing him. He threaded a path through the crowd, Alex happily skipping beside him. They found a relatively open spot at the bar and they crowded against each other as they sat. Raphael ordered drinks for all of them, telling them in no uncertain terms that they could leave them unfinished.

Alex happily downed hers just as quickly as Raph did his, then they set to encouraging their partners to do the same. Donnie was extremely reluctant, but finally relented when Raphael promised it would be the only drink of the night.

Once the alcohol was warming their stomachs, they turned and leaned against the bar, taking turns keeping an eye on Mikey. He had finally lost all sense of shyness and was out on the dance floor, gyrating with the best of them. His natural grace attracted many admirers, and soon it was hard to see him for the swarm surrounding him.

"So," Alex said, leaning over to drape herself on Donnie's shoulder, "any special requests while we're here?"

"Oh yes," Donnie replied, his eyes glittering as he tugged on her leash. "Dance for me."

"Yes master," she whispered, then slowly rose to her feet, standing in front of him. Smiling shyly, she reached up and undid the black bow, her brown hair falling to sweep on her shoulders. Placing her hands on her waist, she began swaying to the music, one tiny foot tapping as she twisted and rolled her hips.

"So what do you think?" Leo said, whispering in Raph's ear. "Think Donnie can wait till we get home?"

Raphael eyed them for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope." He gave Leo a sly grin. "Think you can?"

"I… Yes," Leo nodded, his expression determined.

Raphael snorted derisively.

"I'm not comfortable with this… area," Leo said, his disapproving eyes darting about the club.

"It ain't completely safe, no," Raphael said impatiently. "But hell, Leo, I think we could take a few punks if they start trouble."

"I just…" Leo frowned, then started again. "It's dirty, smelly, loud. You deserve the best."

Raphael rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Lighten up, Leo. Maybe I want to attack you in that dark corner." He grinned again. "And you'd like it more than you'd admit, I bet."

Leo flushed slightly, the multicoloured lights heightening it. "M- Maybe. I don't know."

Raphael grinned, running a hand along Leo's arm. "Don't know till you tr-,"

"Step off, bitch!"

Raph and Leo glanced over, startled at Donnie's shout. Apparently someone had gotten a little too interested in Alex's dance and had touched her. Bad decision on their part.

Donatello continued to scowl at the woman until she flipped him off and disappeared into the crowd. Satisfied, he tugged on Alex's leash, commanding her to resume, which she gladly did.

"Geez, he gets jealous," Leo muttered, though he was smiling. "Hold your last thought- let me try to find Mikey." His gaze swept over the heads of the dancers.

By now Raph had downed three shots and he was feeling pleasantly numb. Relaxed, he did the same, content to people watch for the moment. His shoulder was jostled as a woman dressed in hot pink everything squeezed between him and Donnie, trying to get the bartender's attention.

"Allow me," Raph offered, waving over the heads of the other customers.

"Oh, thanks," she smiled, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him.

"Welcome," he said automatically, turning his back to the bar once more. He jumped when he felt fingernails slide down his arm.

"Wanna get me something else?" she said suggestively.

Raphael shook his head. "Sorry, taken."

"They can't be very attentive," she pouted, walking her fingers back up his arm and flitting about his neck. "You look so lonely!"

Raph shrank from her touch, giving her an irritated scowl. "I'm not on the menu, lady. Move along."

"Maybe just a quickie- Ahh!" she paused as a hand gripped her arm, twisting it painfully behind her back. Leo pulled her to him, bringing her face to his nose.

"He's mine," Leo hissed. "Understand?"

She nodded fearfully.

Leo let her go and she ran off, giving him a nasty glare before disappearing.

"Jealous, huh?" Raph said, highly amused.

Leo's hands were clenched into fists as he sat back down. "Guess I see where Donnie's coming from, now."

"I'm not a damsel in distress," Raphael said dryly, and Leo shook his head as if to clear it.

"Fuck your manly pride; no one will flirt with you and survive unscathed."

Raphael burst into laughter, holding onto Leo for support, who eventually relaxed enough to chuckle with him.

"Hey, Leo?"

"Yes?" Leo leaned against him, glancing up.

Raphael reached down to twirl the ring on Leo's finger. "I'm yours."

"I know."

"So, relax."

"I am." He gave Raphael a gentle smile.

Raphael was pulling him up for a hungry kiss when both he and Leo were yanked to their feet.

"Hey, there's more!" someone yelled.

"Get 'em out here!"

"C'mon party freaks!"

A very confused Raph and Leo were pulled toward the centre of the dance floor, where they finally spied Mikey and a throng of admirers. He waved jauntily at them, his grin about to split his face.

"Dance! Dance!" the crowd chanted.

"I- I don't know how," Leo stuttered, more to Raph than anyone else.

"Neither do I," he mumbled back. He eyed Mikey, then slowly began mimicking his moves. Leo followed shortly after, and soon they were another crowd favourite. Raphael punched the arm of a man who tried to slip between them, clearing a space around them so they weren't bothered.

They spent nearly a half hour on the floor before they were out of breath, feeling the effects of the alcohol. Raph grabbed Leo's hand and dragged him along the bar, walking by Donnie and Alex who were just getting up to leave. Leo tried to ask where they were going, but passed on the opportunity when he took in their flushed cheeks and intent gaze. He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Leo gasped as a moment later Raphael shoved his back against the wall, positioning them in the shadows. Raphael captured his mouth with his own, roughly pinning him down as his tongue wrapped around Leo's.

They stood in the darkness, touching and moaning as they ignored everyone else. Leo was just beginning to wonder if there was somewhere more private they could go when someone slammed into the wall beside them.

"Best- birthday- ever!" Mikey yelled between the fervent kisses the two girls were planting on his face.

[Author's Note]
You may be thinking, "HEY, cndrow, you suck! I've already read this." Well, you may have- it originally was a oneshot under the title 'A Night On The Town'. At the time I wrote it, I was busy finishing 'Three Little Words' (Sequel #2). I always figured it'd make a perfect first chapter for the next sequel, so here it is! Sorry if it's not new material for some folks. It's all new from here on out, though!
(best Mario impression) HERE WE GO~