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Now, here's a little something for you... This one was a little shifty for me, but I hope you enjoy.
Michelangelo's P.O.V
The afterglow is normally the best part of having afternoon sex, considering that Raph tends to get a lil' cuddly and gentle; a fucking rarity when it comes to this hot head.
Typically he'll draw me in close and nuzzle me softly along the neck, all the while drifting in and out of a slight snooze. Of course he's never overly affectionate, just enough to let me know that he has a soft side under all that brooding "Batman" ego. To be honest, that's what finally drew me into this 'relationship' of sorts. I had Raph all wrong beforehand, and never in a million years would I have thought I would be with him like this. The way I see him now can be described as an overly sensitive teddy bear trapped within a fucking hot body; a very sexy physique that tends to go along with his macho ego.
It's safe to say I love it. But it feels different this time, and I'm still trying to figure out what exactly is throwing off this would-be perfect moment.
The sex was great, as always. No real foreplay, but that's how it ends up being on some occasions. He'd been rough and demanding, as well as gentle and considering, as he always is. Yet, there was a sense of... detachment? Almost as if Raph wasn't all there when screwing my brains out.
I huff out a low sigh. Raph loves topping. The guy practically lives for it, and I'm always letting him do just that. I even let him set the pace, pick the style, and everything. So what the hell could his problem be?
I'm abruptly pulled from my thoughts as the hammock suddenly shifts. Of course, it's Raph drawing himself away from our cozy cocoon, and I frown in confusion. Raphael never leaves; not even when Don's banging on the door for him to come out and help him with the shell raiser. He always stays and takes a light nap with me, before we both hit the showers.
"Hey, where ya going?" I ask while stifling a yawn. I lean up on my elbows, a hard feat when on an ever shifting hammock, and lazily follow his movements with my eyes. My plastron suddenly begins to itch as my own cum begins to dry in a thick milky layer, but I ignore it in favor of getting Raph back in bed.
"You already wantin' round two?" I ask with a suggestive tone, knowing that a horny Raph is easier to control than anything. It's amazing what one would do for sex at times, and I would be lying if I said that I've never used that to my advantage.
"Jus' gettin' me a cold one. Go back to bed. I'll be back in a sec," he gives me a sly grin, "then we'll talk about what position I want you in next."
Before I can protest any further, he's gone, and out the door; swinging it closed behind him with an inaudible click.
I flop back on the hammock with a huff. Just fucking wonderful. Apparently sex had its limits as well and couldn't fix everything.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I groan in disgust as a smear of cooling liquid rubs off on the underside of my forearm.
"Shit," grumbling under my breath I finally get up, "round two my ass. I'm taking a shower."
Raphael's P.O.V.
I can tell that Mikey's none too happy about me leaving. Do I really give a damn? Naw.
Mike's a big boy, and he'll eventually get over it. However that doesn't mean he won't be a pain in the ass until he does. That thought alone almost makes me just want to jump back in the hammock with him, but something's keeping me from sticking to the usual routine tonight. A certain restlessness that I can't ignore is plaguing me, and the only way I can fix it, is with some good old brew.
So before Mike can throw those famous puppy-eyes my way, I quickly exit the room and shut the door behind me.
I feel off somehow, like my mind and my body are warring with each other on something I ain't even fully aware of. It's gonna drive me up the wall - not knowing.
My skin already feels sticky and uncomfortable. I smell like a trash bin threw up all over me as well. All in all, I feel like complete shit.
The skin around my eyes suddenly begin to itch and I tug my mask down in order to give it a small whiff; my beak drawing back in disgust at the lingering smell of sweat and sex.
Ugh, just what I need right now. The smell is gonna be a dead giveaway, 'specially if I run into Brainiac; got's a nose like he's some fuckin' bloodhound.
Without a second thought, I tug it completely off, and dump it in one of the laundry baskets. Luckily enough, Mike's on laundry duty this week, so I ain't gotta bother myself with bein' sneaky.
Idly scratching at the base of my neck, I saunter down the steps and finally make my way into the kitchen; the overflow of thoughts whizzin' about my head - dutifully trailing after me.
Normally sex with Mike can set my mood straight after a fight with Leo, but tonight I'm not feeling it. Usually I become loose and a bit mellow, but for some reason I still feel wound up and tense; ready to blow any minute. I can't help but admit that it does have a lot to do with Fearless himself. What a dick head. He just gotta get all the attention for himself, even when he ain't talkin' shit 'bout me to my face.
"Damn you Leo..." I huff out with a crack of my neck. The events from earlier play out like a broken recorder in my mind, and the initial anger continues to bubble under the surface.
How is it that Leo manages to piss me off like no one's business? It frustrates me so much that all I wish to do is smack him 'round a lil' in hopes that'll somehow make all this anger vanish. Then I could go on living life as normal as any mutant turtle can around here.
All I'd have to do is corner Fearless and teach him a quick lesson; show him that he ain't better than me. It'd be a lil' difficult, but all I'd have to do is catch him by surprise. Then I could corner him and shove him up against the wall like earlier. After that, I'd lean in real close and watch the understanding register in his eyes, my hand once more tightening around that dark throat, his breaths shortening, his body weakening... Powerless. Submissive. At my mercy.
I shake my head in confusion and disregard, as an alien feeling creeps up on me.
What the hell Raphael!? Pull it together; no need for anymore weird shit tonight.
Stifling a yawn, I swing into the kitchen and head for the fridge. Pulling the door open, I smirk at the sight of a beer waiting for me like some loyal dog. The hiss and crackle of popping open the lid sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins, and I grunt in satisfaction at the feeling of cool liquid running down my throat.
The burning sensation feels hella good and my muscles loosen as the effects begin to take hold.
A sudden movement beyond the second exit to the kitchen catches my attention. No more than a whisper of a slight shuffle, but my senses catch unto it like the ninja I am. Cause despite Leo's earlier accusation; I am a freakin' ninja.
Curiosity piqued, I turn my back on the crappy fridge Don had refurbished, and lean around the corner to pin-point whatever's lurkin' in the shadows. Leaning against the busted door frame, my eyes narrow as I make out the appearance of both Leonardo and Donatello.
Pfft, no surprise there. Figures Brainiac would've stayed behind to "console" poor, old fearless.
I cross my arms over my plastron and watch as Leo leads Don over to the Dojo; their hands loosely clasped in some semblance of reassurance. I can't help but notice that Donnie-boy seems a bit nervous, if not downright apprehensive.
What the shell's going on here anyhow?
I quickly duck back into the shadows as Leo turns to draw the Dojo door shut. Luckily enough he's too distracted to take note of the glint of light my can reflects and he disappears without another sound.
What are those two up to?
I frown slightly and scratch my left cheek with the back of my free hand.
Well it ain't like it's none of my business. I should just leave now and hit the showers; freshen up a lil' 'fore headin' back to Mike. I'm sure I'll hear about whatever it is sooner or later.
I shift indecisively on my feet.
What if something's wrong with fearless though? What if they don't tell me, cause they think I can't handle bad news?
An unidentifiable feeling of discomfort settles in the pit of my stomach at that thought.
Or could Leo... and Don... have chosen to cross that line? A line that I had disregarded a long time ago with Mikey?
I snort at the thought. Big blue even thinking about sex? The guy's probably a virgin in all things related. Donnie though? Don's a scientist; a curious turtle in all things biological and anatomical.
Those two have always been close. 'Twins', as Splinter so often refers to them as.
My mind whirls with that thought.
Leo would be willing to do anything for Don, but as for this? I ain't so sure.
Maybe it'd make things a hell lot easier if they did get together. Then Mike and I wouldn't have to hide, and I know the goofball would badger for a double date sorta thing. Mike and I, and Don with Leo.
Leo...
with
Don...
I shove back the voice in my head that dares to question this sudden and unexpected surge of mixed emotions. Instead, I finally make up my mind.
Straightening to my full height, I chug down the last golden drops of Bud Light. Smacking the lips of my beak together, I hum in appreciation as I easily crush the can in my hand, and toss it in the trash.
Twirling my twin Sai with unrivaled skill, I stealthily creep up toward the Dojo doors with practiced ease.
Leaning in close, I draw back the door a crack, and my eyes widen at what I see.
Oh shit...