Soft and inviting.

That was how Raphael's lips looked to Leonardo.

Soft…inviting…

…and incredibly distracting.

At present, the entire Hamato clan was gathered in the living room listening to Raph recount his adventure with Casey last night. Raph sat on the end of the old blue couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. The red-masked ninja spoke to his audience casually and glanced around at each member periodically – Master Splinter perched in his arm chair, Donatello on the opposite side of the couch, Michelangelo cross-legged on the floor, and Leonardo leaning against one of the stone support columns. Every time Raph glanced in his direction, Leo's eyes immediately honed in on his brother's mouth. To the casual observer it would have appeared that Leo was merely paying polite attention to the speaker, but paranoia plagued the katana-wielder and he dropped his gaze to his feet in an effort to focus on Raph's words rather than those tempting emerald-colored lips.

"…so this van pulls up and out pops Dragonface," Raphael was saying. "And he had three guys with him that I ain't ever seen before. No Dragon marks on 'em at all. They just looked like a bunch of high school punks. Anyways, Drgaonface gave 'em a little speech, then one of 'em goes back ta the van and pulls out a couple crow bars. He starts passing 'em out just as me and Casey drop in. Ol' Dragonface didn't feel like explaining what they were doing there, but one of the noobs sang real pretty with a little persuasion. Apparently, Hun's recruiting a large number of people fer the Purple Dragons and he's been doing it fer almost a month now."

"By having a bunch of teenagers perform petty street crimes like back in the early days?" Donnie wondered, his expression puzzled. "That seems almost primitive for Hun considering the kind of things he's done of late."

"That's what me and Casey both said," the hothead replied. He shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe Hun's feeling all nostalgic or something."

"But if this has been going on for weeks, why haven't we heard anything about it until now?" Mikey asked.

"We've been busy dealing with mob business," Leo answered, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Hun and the Purple Dragons went quiet for a while so we turned our attention elsewhere."

"Did they tell you anything else?" Don asked his sai-wielding brother.

Raph shook his head. "Nah, the new guys didn't know any more than that and like I told ya Dragonface wouldn't say a word so we sent them on their way with a few bruises ta remember us by. Me and Casey rode around the neighborhood fer a while afterwards ta see if there were any other Purple Dragons skulking about but there was nothing."

"It seems to me that a storm is brewing," Master Splinter stated, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

"I'll go get my umbrella and rain boots," Michelangelo joked and made as if to rise from the floor.

"That ain't funny, Mikey," Raph chastised, scowling at his little brother.

"Actually, I think Mikey is right in a sense," Leo intervened and looked to his father. "I agree with you, Sensei. Hun is up to something. We should be prepared to deal with whatever bad weather he and the Purple Dragons are going to be bringing in."

"What do you propose to do, my son?" the aging rat asked the blue-masked ninja.

"We should start by finding out what kind of trouble the Purple Dragons have made already," he replied. Leo turned his attention to the brains of the family. "Don, do you think you could pull up police reports from the last two or three weeks and look for anything that might be Purple Dragon related?"

Donatello nodded. "Give me an hour?"

The genius had it done in about half that time. To the rest of his family it was impressive, but to Donnie it was a simple task no more spectacular than if he had boiled water. He had gathered them into his lab and directed their attention to the projection screen mounted on the wall. Projected on to it was a map of Brooklyn. A couple dozen red dots peppered a small section in the southwest part of the borough. Donnie gestured towards the marks.

"I looked through police reports from the last month," he explained to his audience. "The Bay Ridge and Dyker Heights neighborhoods had a pretty high number of incidents that all seem to be Purple Dragon related based on the facts that were reported. Burglaries, robberies..." He typed a few commands on his keyboard and photos depicting the Purple Dragon symbol spray-painted on buildings, cars, and sidewalks appeared on screen. "…and a lot of vandalism."

"Well, at least their artwork has improved," Mikey commented.

"Why hasn't there been anything in the news about this?" Leo wondered aloud as his eyes scanned the pictures.

"I searched for news articles and broadcasts," Don responded. "The only thing I could find was a mention in the Daily Eagle that was mostly quotes from neighborhood residents criticizing police for letting it continue to happen. I guess this is kind of minor compared to all the other illegal things that go on in the city."

"Maybe to the police it is," the leader commented. "But I'm sure the victims don't feel that way."

"So since the cops ain't doing nothing about it, are we gonna?" Raph questioned.

It was obvious by the look on his face that Raph was hoping for an answer in the affirmative. The big mutant's arms were folded across his chest, but his fingers gave a slight twitch as if he was going to reach for his sai. Seeing this display, Leo almost smiled. Typical Raph. Always eager for a fight. The eldest glanced over at his father who nodded.

"I think it prudent to resume vigilance on the Purple Dragons and take action against them as necessary," the ninjutsu master said, clutching his walking stick.

"Tonight we'll head out to patrol these two neighborhoods," Leo announced in his most authoritative tone. "With any luck, we can get a few more answers about what they're up to."

XXXXX

"You guys see or hear anything yet?"

Leonardo pressed his fingers against the ear piece mounted on his head to hear better as he waited for the other members of his team to report back. The four ninjas had separated to widen their search pattern on their hunt for Purple Dragons. At present, the clan leader was perched atop a second-hand bookstore and well-hidden in the shadows. His eyes shifted constantly, ever alert for any potential threat. Yet the neighborhood surrounding 77th Street and 5th avenue was relatively calm. The only disturbance Leo had witnessed in the last couple of hours was a car engine backfiring as it idled at a stop light.

Donatello was the first to respond. "No, I haven't."

"Nothing happening over here," Michelangelo sighed, obviously bored.

"Not a goddamn thing," Raphael stated bitterly.

"It's dead here, too," Leo shared.

"Geezus criminently," the sai-wielder swore. "We been at this fer almost a week now and we ain't seen a single Purple Dragon! Why the hell are they playing chicken now?"

"I think it's possible that your encounter with Dragonface made them decide to lay low for a while, Raph," Donnie speculated.

"Yeah, your ugly mug scared them off," Mikey chimed in. "Way to go, Raph."

A faint growl sounded and was followed by a threat to Mikey's physical well-being from Raph. As the orange-masked ninja issued a goading retort, Leo checked his watch to confirm the lateness of the hour. He interrupted his two youngest brothers before their exchange of insults escalated any further.

"Since it doesn't seem like anything is going to happen let's call it a night, guys," Leo ordered. "Rendezvous at The Campton Hotel on 84th and 4th."

A chorus of responses let the leader know that they all understood his instruction. With a final check of his surroundings, Leo broke into a run and headed towards the meeting place. He bounded gracefully from one building to the next and arrived within minutes to find that Donatello was already there.

"Hey, Don," Leo greeted simply.

The scientist gave a little wave as he replied. "Hey."

"The others aren't here yet?"

"Mikey's coming now."

Leo's head swiveled to the right in the direction that the purple-masked ninja was pointing. Sure enough, the youngest Hamato son was fast approaching. Mikey flipped from the neighboring rooftop and landed beside his brothers with more grandeur than was necessary.

"The Battle Nexus Champion has arrived!" he announced, lifting his arms into the air victoriously. His grin broadened as Leo and Don both rolled their eyes. "Don't act like you didn't miss me. I know you did." Mikey looked back and forth between the two. "What, no Raph? He's gonna be ticked that I beat him here."

While Mikey chuckled at that thought, the missing turtle soundlessly appeared behind him. The jokester jumped in surprise as an arm wrapped around the front of his neck and dragged him backwards slightly. He didn't need to see who had a hold of him to know that it was Raph.

"Hey, Mikey," the hothead said in his gruff tone. He hadn't forgiven his little brother's remark regarding his appearance from earlier and noogied him in retaliation."Long time no see."

"…hey…Raph…" Mikey gasped out. He tugged at Raph's arm to try and loosen the grip. "…what took you so long?"

"I was further away than ya, doofus!" Raph replied.

"Let him go, Raphael," Leo commanded with a stern look on his face. "Before you choke him to death."

The dark turtle reluctantly complied, releasing Mikey and shoving him away. Mikey quickly danced out of Raph's reach. Safe behind Donnie, he stuck his tongue out at Raph.

"Come on," Leo said and beckoned for them to follow as he began to jog to the far end of the roof. "We're going home."

The small group raced along the rooftops in perfect silence. Though the night was pleasantly warm for this time of year, each of the four was eager to return home. Five consecutive nights of patrolling the streets had taxed their energy and their patience. They needed a break from the mundane. Once they were deep within the sewers, they finally spoke.

"So what now, Fearless?" Raphael questioned as he walked behind the eldest. "Are we gonna keep doing this every night hoping we might get lucky? I mean, has it ever occurred ta ya that we're wasting our time?"

"It has," the katana-wielder admitted. "But it also occurred to me that we could be on to something."

"Like what?" the hothead replied irritably.

"Like maybe the Purple Dragons have been trying to get our attention," Donnie suggested, strolling alongside Leo. "They've done that kind of thing before."

"Well, if they were trying to do that, then why would they disappear again?" Mikey wondered from Raph's left.

"That's the million dollar question, isn't it?" Leo told him and then turned to Don. "Have you been keeping tabs on the police reports?"

"For southwest Brooklyn, yes," Donnie answered. Studying his older brother, the genius caught on to Leo's thought process. "You want me to filter through the reports for the entire borough?"

"If you wouldn't mind please," the eldest responded.

"Not a problem," Don assured. "I'll get to it as soon as we get home."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the lair. Don immediately scuttled off to his lab while Raph and Mikey both dashed for the television remote. As the pair began to squabble over who had rightful ownership of it, Leo shook his head and made his way to Splinter's room to consult with his father.

XXXXX

Leo emerged from the rat's sanctuary more than an hour later. Splinter had listened with rapt attention as his eldest son relayed the night's events. Then they had discussed at length the possible actions that could be taken. Ultimately, Splinter's advice had been to just let things play out. Leo had wished his father a good night and left feeling almost as though he had been cheated out of the advice he had hoped to receive.

The television monolith could still be heard as Leo stepped through the darkened lair. Curious to see who was still awake, he ventured over to the sitting area. He was slightly surprised to find that it was Raph who was seated on the couch flipping through the channels. Leaning on the back off the second-hand furniture, Leo pretended to have an interest in whatever program Raph had settled for.

"So is Mikey pouting because you took the remote or did he go to bed willingly?" the blue-masked ninja asked teasingly.

Raph spared his older brother a quick glance. "He started nodding off not even ten minutes in ta the stupid show he thought he had ta watch so I told him ta go ta bed."

"Well, it is pretty late," Leo stated.

"S'pose that's yer way of telling me ta go ta bed," Raph commented.

Leo didn't say anything as his gaze settled on the hothead. It had been several days since he and Raph had been together. The time they had spent topside during the week had taken away from them any chance at intimacy. That is, unless they had wanted to doze off during training or meditation – a very unwise gamble with Master Splinter as their sensei. Now standing there, the leader was overcome with an urge to take Raph to his room.

…to kiss those soft, inviting lips…

Raph sighed and clicked the power button on the remote to shut off the vast array of monitors. "Hell, there ain't nothing on anyway. Might as well get some sleep."

Dropping the remote on the cushions, the red-masked ninja stood and stretched. Leo eyed the powerful body approvingly. Oblivious to the admiration, Raph stepped around to head to his bedroom. Just as he was about to pass his brother and bid him a good night, a hand shot out and caught him by the chest. Mildly surprised, Raph turned his head and met Leo's lustful gaze in the dim glow of the security light mounted on the wall a few feet away. The clan leader said nothing as he trailed his hand down the center of Raph's plastron towards the knot in his belt.

"If yer trying ta seduce me yer off ta a good start," Raphael whispered as he felt arousal begin to stir within him.

"Come to bed with me," Leonardo responded quietly, his tone making it sound more like an order than a request.

The hothead needed no convincing. "Lead the way."

Hooking his hand under his brother's belt, Leo carefully guided him through the shadows of the common area. A grin worked its way onto Raph's face. Leo was not usually the one who initiated their trysts. That he was doing so now made Raph all the more excited. An aggressive Leo was a huge turn on for him.

The eldest pulled Raph into his room and locked the door. Raph watched his brother intently. Expression neutral, Leo released his hold on Raph's belt.

"Get undressed," he commanded.

"Yes, sir," Raph replied as he hastened to obey.

Belt, knee pads, elbow pads, and wrist guards. Raph stripped them one by one and tossed them onto the desk. In front of him, Leo was doing the same. All-the-while their eyes stayed locked on each other. Then finally their masks were freed and added to the stack of gear. Eager, Raph moved towards his brother only to be stopped once again by Leo putting a hand to his chest.

Leonardo took a small step forward. Then another. And Raphael began to step back. Together they crossed the floor, the katana-wielder steering and the sai-wielder letting himself be pushed along. They stopped when Raph's calves touched the end of Leo's bed.

"Sit," the elder directed as his hand fell away.

Immediately, Raph sank down onto the blanketed mattress. His brother's actions thus far had definitely piqued his curiosity. He maintained his silence, preferring to wait and see what Leo would do next rather than ask.

Head tilted slightly, Leo studied the other ninja for a moment before reaching out a tentative hand. The leader's fingers grazed Raph's temple, swept his cheek, and curled underneath his chin. Slowly, Leo brushed his thumb over the pair of lips that had been tempting him for days. The time had finally come for him to indulge in them. Bending, he pressed his mouth to Raph's.

Soft and inviting.

That was how Raphael's lips felt, just as Leonardo had predicted.

Soft…inviting…

...and extremely satisfying.

The second their lips had connected Raph's heart slowed. It throbbed in his chest with each delayed beat. His lungs had been robbed of their breath and dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. None of that mattered though. Raph only cared about the fact that Leo was kissing him and doing a damn fine job of it.

Breaking away, Leo nuzzled his brother's beak. His dark brown eyes stared into the golden pools that were Raph's. Several seconds passed while Leo appreciated their seemingly endless depths. Then his eyelids slid shut and he kissed the hothead again.

Raph moaned softly as the sweet taste of his older brother came to his lips once more. As Leo began to ease a tongue into his mouth, Raph settled his hands on his mate's carapace. The distance between their bodies was too great for the temperamental turtle. He tried to pull Leo into his lap, but his brother balked. Unlocking their lips, the eldest reached behind him and tugged Raph's hands off of his shell. Frustration flared inside Raph and he frowned in confusion.

"Lay down," Leonardo instructed. He pressed a quick kiss to Raphael's cheek and straightened to his full height. "Make yourself comfortable."

The urge to protest was strong, but Raph did as he was bidden. Scooting back across the bed to its middle, he used two of Leo's four pillows to support his head and shoulders. Meanwhile Leo had walked back over to the door to flip the light switch mounted on the wall beside it. The room was temporarily bathed in darkness. Then the bedside lamp clicked to life, providing some illumination. Raph looked at his brother standing by the nightstand, his hand still on the lamp.

"Ya gonna give me orders all night?" he questioned lowly, his impatience becoming more evident. "Figured ya get enough of that during the day."

"But you're being so obedient," Leonardo retorted as he opened the nightstand drawer to grope around inside for the bottle of lubricant he stashed there. Finding it, he withdrew his hand and closed the drawer. "I should get to appreciate that miracle."

"Yeah, well, don't get too used ta it," Raph said as he eyed the item clutched in his brother's hand. "I'll be back ta giving ya hell tomorrow."

The leader chuckled as he climbed onto his bed and crawled to his brother. Draping his upper body across Raph's chest, he dropped the bottle of lube onto the mattress. Leo slid his freed hand up over the hothead's sculpted bicep to settle on his broad shoulder.

"But until then?" he asked, leaning in until their beaks were nearly touching.

"I'll do whatever ya say," the sai-wielder replied after some consideration.

A faint smile played around the edges of Leo's mouth. "Kiss me."

Grinning himself, Raph closed the gap between them. One kiss, then two, then three. On the fourth, their lips stayed fused and curious tongues began to explore as did curious hands. Raph's search was short, ending with one hand caressing his brother's face and the other resting on the back of his neck. Leo was much more investigative. Trailing his hand downwards from Raph's shoulder, he paused at every scar he encountered. His fingers skated over the healed wounds, reading the stories written into the rough bumps and jagged grooves. Most he knew, but there were a few unfamiliar to him. Leo made a mental note to ask Raph about them later when they weren't otherwise occupied.

They broke apart briefly, each sucking in a large amount of air before their mouths crashed together again. About that time Leo reached the crease where Raph's left leg connected to his torso. With gentle strokes, the katana-wielder discovered how soft and tender his brother's skin was there. The attention prompted a muffled sound of pleasure from Raph who eased his leg open further to encourage Leo's ministrations.

Leo's hand slid inward and climbed the hill that had bubbled forth from Raph's lower plastron. With his thumb, the eldest teased the narrow slit that halved the cartilage plate. Each rub made the opening expand a little farther as excitement grew steadily in Raph's groin. Then Leo skimmed the hothead's hidden cock. Shuddering, Raph pulled his head back to let out a gasp.

Leonardo held his brother's gaze as he issued his next command. "Drop down."

Raph groaned as he complied. His swelling member fell into his brother's ready hand. The touch on his cock was electrifying and Raph's head flopped back into the pillow as tender strokes jolted him to hardness. Eyes closing, the darker turtle did not see Leo lean in to attack his throat, but felt hot lips attach to his neck. A second later, teeth bit into his flesh.

"Yer gonna leave a mark," Raph cautioned even as he titled his head to grant his brother better access.

"I'm not biting you that hard," Leo insisted and bit again.

"Bet ya'd like ta though, wouldn't ya, Fearless?" the sai-wielder whispered challengingly, his hands descending to run along Leo's exposed sides.

The leader chose to ignore the question, alternating between kissing and nipping his sibling's delicious neck. Raph's scent was heavy in his nose and Leo could feel his shell grow tighter. Relinquishing the stiff cock in his hand, his fingers retuned to Raph's thigh and pushed until his leg was spread as far as comfortably possible.

"Hold," Leo instructed, gently tapping the other ninja's limb.

Raphael slipped his left hand underneath his knee and kept his leg in place. Dragging his fingers along, Leonardo moved from his brother's thigh to his tail. The hothead's dick throbbed as a fingernail lightly scratched the underside of his sensitive appendage. He growled softly and Leo, face still buried in Raph's neck, grinned.

"Dammit, Leo," Raph grumbled, feeling his brother smile. A second pass on his tail and his cock jumped. "Quit with yer teasing and fuck me."

The elder turtle withdrew from the younger to reply. "I'm working up to that."

"Not fast enough."

"Be patient."

"Yer so damn cruel…"

"I know," Leo conceded and placed a quick kiss on Raph's lips. "But I think you like that."

"Hmmm," Raph replied vaguely. In all honesty, he loved any kind of attention his brother gave him. He brought his mouth to Leo's. "I think I'd like it if ya did something besides tug on my tail…"

"I could tug on this," the leader offered, capturing Raph's erection once more and giving it a slight squeeze.

Raph bit back a groan. His face flushed as he was reminded of how aroused he was.

"Hell, Leo," he said breathily. "I don't care what ya do anymore as long as ya get me off. Ya started this, ya better damn well finish it."

"I'll make sure you finish first," Leo promised.

Leonardo kissed his younger brother for a long moment then sat up on his knees. He repositioned himself to crouch before Raphael. Once settled, he gripped the larger turtle's right leg and pushed it out the same distance as his left leg.

"Hold this one, too," the eldest commanded.

While Raph did as he was bidden, Leo grabbed the bottle of lube he had previously discarded. The cap opened with a pop and Leo drizzled a fair amount of the clear liquid onto his fingers. A few drops landed on the blankets as he reached towards Raph's rear. Leo glossed over that puckered ring at a tortuously slow rate. Raph sighed with relief when Leo's large forefinger began to press into him.

Leo heard the change in his sibling's breathing and glanced up at him. A huge grin was on the hothead's face. It still surprised Leo to see how much Raph enjoyed bottoming. The hothead's raging masculinity gave the impression that he would refuse to submit, but he transitioned between the roles both easily and eagerly. Not that Leo minded. He liked taking just as much as giving.

Bit by bit Leo worked his finger in all the way to the third knuckle. Twisting his finger around, the leaf-green turtle massaged Raph's inner walls to help them relax. Knowing that his brother could handle it, Leo slid in a second digit.

Raph studied his brother throughout the process. A look of intense concentration was on Leo's face. Like with everything he did, the eldest's actions were perfect. His talents soon had Raph leaking beads of precome from the tip of his engorged cock. Anticipation ran rampant through the temperamental turtle. He needed more than what Leo was giving him. Just as Raph's patience wore out completely, Leo extracted his fingers to replace them with exactly what Raph had been about to ask for.

Carefully, the katana-wielder fed his lubed cock to Raph's loosened ass. Placing his hands on either side of his brother, Leo sank in as far as he could go. He leaned in and stole a kiss from the hothead. While Raph was distracted, Leo began to thrust. Shallow at first, his probes gradually became deeper and deeper.

"…fuck…" Raphael swore the first time his prostrate was struck. He squeezed his eyes shut as satisfaction bloomed within him. More curse words tumbled out on the second strike. "…yeah, Leo…just like that…"

With his right hand, Leo gripped Raph's needy cock. The glistening organ glided smoothly between his fingers as he pumped it in sync to his hip gyrations. His own member was encased tight heat that sent pleasure rippling from his groin to the rest of his body. Leo's breathing was erratic. Small grunts and gasps escaped him as he pursued blissful release, but his noises of enjoyment were not even close to the same volume as Raph's. The hothead evidently had no qualms whatsoever about his huffs and moans being heard.

"Shhhh…" Leonardo hushed without slowing his pace. "…you're too loud…"

"…it's…yer fault…"Raphael blamed. "…jerk…nnghh…"

Teeth clenched, Raph made a considerable effort to be quieter. Sweat rolled from his hot forehead down his reddened cheeks. His grip on his thighs tightened. Then Leo dragged his thumb over the tip of Raph's dribbling cock and the sai-wielder couldn't help but let loose another audible groan.

"..Leo-ohh…" Raph lowed as the mattress rocked beneath him. A numbing sensation had started in his toes and was spreading upwards. "…don't stop…"

The leader watched the expression on his brother's face change. It was clear that Raph was on the very edge of completion and would topple off soon. Fearing what sounds the red-masked ninja might make, Leo clapped his left hand over Raph's mouth. Barely a second later, Raph reached his orgasm.

Raphael's resultant shout was adequately muted. His toes curled as he came. A seemingly endless hot, white river flowed from his dick and onto his stomach. Limbs trembling, his golden eyes rolled back as he rode out the pleasures of his high.

Leo increased the speed of his thrusts. The muscles in Raph's ass had reflexively contracted around Leo's cock, giving him much needed friction. Goosebumps erupted all over the eldest's skin and a familiar tingle danced along his spine. Unsure of his own ability to remain silent, Leo chomped his teeth down on Raph's neck and came so hard that his seed spilled out of Raph to stain the bed sheets.

Letting go of his legs, Raph reached up to pull Leo's hand off of his mouth. Their chests heaved from exertion and their breathing slowly normalized. Leo withdrew his teeth and lapped at the marks that had been left behind, hoping to erase them with his tongue. The older turtle's weakened cock slid free of his brother's body. Raph turned his head thus ending Leo's licking. Suddenly overwhelmed by exhaustion, Leo rolled onto his side taking Raph with him.

Not a word passed between them. They lay there wrapped in each other's arms with their gazes locked. Almost like magnets their lips were brought together. While they kissed, Leonardo's eyelids began to droop. Sleep had already claimed the leader when a heartfelt "I love you" was whispered to him.

XXXXX

"You should go take a shower."

Leo's suggestion came softly while it was still early morning. At some point during the night, he and Raph had managed to get under the covers, but neither one could remember doing so. Now the leader lay on his back holding Raph to his chest with his chin resting on top of his brother's head. Eyes half-closed, he absentmindedly traced the hexagons that patterned the hothead's shell.

Face buried in Leo's neck, Raph grumbled a response. "….don't wanna get up…"

"Raphael…" the leader warned.

He didn't need to finish his statement. Raph understood that Leo meant to remind him of the rules: Always shower after they had sex and whoever was the guest in the bedroom they ended up in went first. Although Raph had agreed to these conditions, among others, that didn't mean he liked them. So, naturally, he tried ignoring them.

"Raphael," Leo repeated when the big turtle failed to move. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table. "Master Splinter will be up soon."

"Come shower with me," the hothead requested, lifting his head to look down at his brother. He could already see the hesitation on Leo's face. Turning on his most charming smile, Raph tried to persuade him. "We both need ta get clean. Might as well save some water."

Leonardo's response was delayed as Raphael leaned in and gently kissed him. "You never behave in the shower."

"I never behave outside out it either," Raph sniggered. Underneath the covers, his right hand began to wander in the direction of Leo's hip. "Maybe if yer fine ass wasn't tempting me ta be bad…"

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me," Leo interrupted, poking Raph in the shoulder. "Especially not your crude version of it."

The sai-wielder laughed and hung his head. He knew his chances of winning out against Leo's stubbornness had been slim. Sighing in defeat, he sat up on the mattress.

"Fine, I'll go," Raph said. As he was leaving the bed, he groped Leo's groin beneath the blankets and whispered in his ear. "But I'll be thinking 'bout ya the whole time…"

With a final kiss, Raph stood and crossed the room to the desk. Leo propped himself up on his elbow and watched Raph gather his bundle of gear. The hothead opened the door slowly, listened for a moment, and then peered out into the hall to check that the coast was clear. Before he slipped out, Raph's thick tail swished and flicked in Leo's direction. There was no doubt in the leader's mind that his brother had done that on purpose to try and entice him into following. Well, Raph would be disappointed. Yawning wide, Leo flopped back into the pillow.

For a moment, Leonardo entertained the idea of spending the rest of the morning in bed. He was so tired he could practically feel the bags that were beneath his eyes. Unfortunately, he knew that if he didn't stick to his normal routine of waking up early it would arouse suspicion from the rest of his family members and the last thing he needed was for them to come barging in here to make sure he was okay. Leo glanced at the clock again and saw that he had a little more than ten minutes before the alarm went off. Figuring he could afford to doze for that short amount of time, he rolled onto his side and tugged the blankets up over his shoulder.

Almost as soon as his eyes were shut, Leo knew his nap was a lost cause. Raph's scent clung to the bedding. Leo inhaled deeply and was instantly reminded of their earlier escapade. With a groan of despair, he became aware of the affect that memory had on his body. His cock was twitching to life, eager for some action. The thought of a shower with his beefy brother was now quite appealing.

Still, the eldest grumbled as he crawled out of bed. He turned off the alarm clock and went to collect his gear. Leo also made sure that no one was roaming the lair before he tiptoed towards the bathroom. Just outside the door, he could hear the water running accompanied by a faint whistling that he could identify as Raphael. Smiling, Leo quietly slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

Steam rolled thick and heavy inside the air. The katana-wielder deposited his gear on top of the counter right next to Raph's. Creeping forward, he eased the shower curtain open and peered inside the bathing area. Raph was standing directly under the stream facing the wall as he scrubbed at his skin with a soapy sponge. Leo watched the tiny, white suds glide down his brother's body. The bubbles seemed to linger on the back on the hothead's muscular thighs. Such a sight made Leo's cock swell beneath his shell.

Sensing another presence, Raphael ceased his whistling and looked back over his shoulder. His face split with a grin at seeing Leonardo there sporting an obvious hard-on. Turning, Raph dropped his sponge and held his arms open to invite Leo to join him. Doing so revealed the sizable bump that Raph had in his own nether region. The leader stepped in, pulled the curtain shut, walked over to his brother, and was instantly seized in a tight embrace.

"Missed me, did ya?" Raph questioned as he stared down at his sibling.

"No, just trying to save some water," Leo jested, relishing the warmth of the liquid raining down upon him.

Raph managed to get out a laugh before Leo pulled his mouth down for a kiss. The situation only escalated once Leo slipped his tongue past his brother's lips. Grabbing Leo's waist, Raph ground their lower plastrons together, agitating both of their arousals. Within minutes, the two males were out and hard, their cocks rubbing against one another. Leo sought and fondled Raph's ass. Weaving the hothead's tail through the fingers of his right hand, Leo used his left thumb to ghost over his brother's entrance. A shiver raced up Raph's back and he extracted his tongue from Leo's.

"Don't ya even start with that teasing shit ya do," Raph growled, his eyes sparking with lust. "Ya wanna fuck me just get ta it already."

"Why are you always so impatient?" Leo wondered while smirking.

"I'm horny," the taller turtle replied. "Don't keep me waiting again."

Leonardo let go of his brother. "Turn around then."

Raph spun about and leaned his hands against the shower wall. He lifted his tail when Leo took hold of his hips. As requested, the blue-masked ninja wasted no time driving his wetted cock into his brother's rear. Raph groaned happily as he felt Leo sink in all the way.

"Do you think you can be quiet this time?" Leo asked reaching one hand under Raph to grab his stiff flesh.

"I ain't making ya any promises," Raph answered, shaking his head to clear the water from his face.

"Then forgive me if I do this again," Leo apologized and laid his other hand over his brother's mouth.

With that, the leader pulled partway out of his brother and rammed right back in. It was then that Leo realized that he also did not have the patience to operate as steadily as he had last night. He began to thrust with gusto, stroking Raph's cock with the same rhythm.

Raph was increasingly glad that Leo had provided him with a makeshift gag otherwise he was sure the bathroom would be resounding with his shouts as his big brother pushed him closer and closer to ecstasy. How Leo managed to keep his volume under control, Raph didn't know. Not that he really had time to think about it. A second after the thought occurred to him, his mind went blank completely. Stars burst before his eyes as cum shot from the end of his cock, sliding off the tiled wall to disappear down the drain. The hands squeezing his hips and the rush of heat filling his ass informed Raph that Leo had been gratified as well.

Disconnecting from his brother, Leo took a few steps back and bent to pick up the sponge. When he straightened he found himself face to face with Raph. Seeing the hothead start to reach for him, Leo held the sponge up like a shield.

"We're supposed to be getting clean," he reminded Raph.

Lifting a suggestive eye ridge, Raph grinned. "I like bein' dirty with ya…"

Leonardo rolled his eyes and waved the sponge at his brother. "Start scrubbing."

"As you wish," Raph replied.

Reaching out, he accepted the sponge. Leo's satisfied smile quickly morphed into a look of shock as Raph suddenly grabbed him by the arm, spun him around, and pulled him backwards until his shell was flush up against Raph's plastron. Words of protest built up in the swordsman's mouth.

"…Raphael…"

"Ya said start scrubbing…" Raph interrupted and began to wash the leaf-green body in front of him. At the same time, his lips descended onto Leo's neck. "…but ya didn't specify who I should start scrubbing…"

Leo's argument died as he realized Raph had a point. He squirmed when the sponge passed over his inner thigh which made the younger turtle chuckle gleefully. Even though Leo let his resistance subside, he couldn't help but think that they were pushing their luck too much this morning.