Disclaimer & Warnings:
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.
I also don't own Stone Temple Pilots, but I do have most of their CD's. :3
Contains spoilers for the TMNT '07 movie.
*This chapter CONTAINS tcest.*

Chapter Ten

They had an extremely enjoyable lunch, the brothers each taking turns disgusting Alex with their inventive pizza toppings. Finally she got up, protesting that they were going to make her sick, and turned to leave. She raised an eyebrow at Leo pointedly, and then marched off to the garage as they all laughed in her wake.

Taking the hint, Leo followed her shortly after as the brothers began to disperse. He had to reassure them twice that he wouldn't leave the lair until tomorrow before they let him leave their sight. He tried to not appear hurried as he made a beeline for the garage.

He opened the door without knocking, slipping inside and closing it gently after him. Alex already had the radio blasting and he paused, listening as she belted a few of the lyrics.

I wanna drink from your naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you

A pleasurable frisson ran down Leo's spine at the vividly lewd imagery the words invoked, and he smiled. It seemed Alex was taking his request seriously. He grabbed a stool and carried it with him as he made his way over to her.

"Oh, you got away faster than I thought you would," she greeted cheerfully.

"You came up with something faster that I thought," he grinned back.

"Oh yes indeedy!" She kicked a chair next to him and sat down, her green eyes light and shining. "Okay, obviously the first thing I thought of was my own relationship."

"Just don't enter the realm of too much information," Leo said dryly, and she laughed.

"No, no. I won't. But I got to thinking… Knowing everything I do about Donnie, there's one thing that stands out about him. The one thing I find sexiest about him. Know what that is?"

"Do I want to know?"

She smacked him teasingly. "It's his voice. His voice can make me feel things his body never can. Y'see, that's partly because I'm a woman; did you know women are, on average, tuned more toward aural responses, and men lean toward visual?"

"Uh… no."

"Well, we are. Except I'm extremely aural receptive, moreso than the average person. I suppose that's why I have such a keen musical ear. I've found I can also do limited mimicry. Mimicry is genetic, did you know-,"

Leo gave a polite cough.

"Well, anyway. I know your voice isn't Raph's favourite thing about you, but-,"

"You- you know?" Leo interrupted, flushing darkly.

She threw him a suggestive look, smiling as she delicately ran a finger along her collarbone. Leo's gaze went to the floor, embarrassed.

"Anyway. I thought this might give you a different perspective! You should use aural stimulation to your advantage. Especially if you did so in the absence of other sensory input."

"You spend way too much time with Donnie," Leo said, trying to appear irritated so she would explain further.

"Do something he can hear, but can't see," she said in exasperation. "Like, talk to him from beyond a wall, or make a recording and hide it, or-,"

Something in Leo's brain clicked, and he jumped up, sweeping her into a tight hug. "Perfect! Thank you Alex!"

"You're… welcome," she said, but Leo had already run out of the garage.

"Donnie!"

Donatello started, nearly spilling his coffee. "Leo? What the hell? Don't do that," he snapped.

"I'm sorry. Are you busy?"

"Yes." Donnie took in Leo's excited expression, and cursed his instant curiosity. "But I can spare a few moments. What is it?"

"Alex gave me an idea," Leo said, sitting on the edge of the computer desk and leaning forward. "Can you rig Raph's Shell Cell so I can turn it on remotely?"

"I guess so?" Donnie's brows furrowed as he looked at him in puzzlement.

"So I could turn it on and he could hear me?"

"I… guess so," Donnie said again, sounding more uncertain. "Perhaps if you explained what you were hoping to accomplish would help me understand what you want me to do."

Donnie listened intently, noting with amusement the devious glint dancing in Leo's eyes as he explained. By the time Leo was finished, Donnie had to hold onto the table for support due to his bouts of laughter.

"Leo, that's priceless!" Donnie glanced at his computer, quickly deciding his projects could wait. "Get me Raph's cell, and it'll be ready by tonight."

"Tonight? But-,"

"Raph's cell. Now."

"On it!" Leo squeezed his shoulder gently. "I owe you yet again?"

"Just another one to add to the stack," Donnie said, eyes twinkling.

"So, like, when is he gonna go to bed?" Mikey whispered.

Donnie checked his watch. "Soon, I'd imagine. He's already pretty damn frustrated at the tug in the Shell Cycle." He frowned. "I still don't get why it's pulling to the left."

Mikey pouted, leaning against Donnie as he flipped the TV channels lazily. "I wish Alex were here to see this."

"Yeah, but she's gotta be up early."

"Too bad. Ooh, how about 'Night of the Singing Werewolves'?"

Donnie raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "If that doesn't kill me, nothing will." He laughed as he ducked a half-hearted punch.

"Is he doing okay?" Mikey asked, suddenly serious as he nodded his head at Leo's room. Their eldest had turned in early, stating he was still overly tired, and Mikey had been fretful the rest of the night. Donnie assured him it was probably due to the recent fever, and also wanting to prepare Raphael's 'surprise' that night.

"Mikey, you've asked me that six times in the last two hours."

"I just worry," Mikey pouted.

"I know. Trust me, Mikey. We're all going to be just fine."

"Even Raph?"

"Yes."

"I mean, emotionally."

"Yes."

"Okay. Oh, here he comes!" Mikey instantly settled further into the couch, carefully arranging his expression to a neutral one. Donnie did the same.

"'Night," Raph said, waving as he walked past.

"Did you get that fixed?" Donnie asked anxiously.

Raphael paused, leaning on the back of the couch. "No! I don' get it. I've checked everythin' I can think of. An' I know how thorough you are." He rubbed his face tiredly. "Maybe some sleep will help."

"Yeah," Donnie said, frustrated. "I'll look at it again tomorrow with you. Oh, here." He tossed Raph's cell to him casually. "I finished the upgrades."

"Thanks." He rapped Mikey on the head. "You asleep already?"

"Huh? No," Mikey said, smiling up at him. "I haven't seen this movie yet!"

Raph chuckled, waving at them again as he walked off. "Enjoy, you two. I'd stay up but I'm beat."

"Rest well," Donnie called. Once Raph was safely in his room, Donnie clicked open his cell and whispered into it. "He's gone to bed."

"Thank you, Donnie," Leo's voice replied.

Raphael closed the door quietly, then stretched his arms toward the ceiling, yawning. He was dead tired and angry at his motorcycle, cursing at himself for not having the wherewithal to stay awake long enough to find the problem. At least Don would help him again tomorrow. When all else failed, in the end Donnie would fix it.

His mind eased by that thought, Raph shrugged out of his gear and climbed into his hammock. He relaxed as the hammock's rocking slowed, then kicked at the wall to increase the momentum again.

Leo had turned in extra early tonight, which concerned him. Don had told him it was just a repercussion of yesterday's fever, but he was worried all the same. At least Leo was trying to sleep now; he only got sick when he wasn't resting enough. Raph frowned as he imagined Leo, tossing and turning for nights on end while he had no idea. Leo always slept well next to him. In fact, he hadn't gotten sick since they got together.

Raph angrily pushed on the wall again, setting another violent swinging tempo. Leo hadn't wanted him to join him tonight, simply stating that he was feeling much better and just wanted some peace before disappearing upstairs. His rebellious mind reminded him that he had told Leo 'just one night', and he could kick himself for it. If he said one night, Leo would respect that.

But Raph didn't want him to be so damned polite. It was like he had to break through that goddamn Fearless Leader mask all over again; only this time it was worse because it was accompanied by a mountain of guilt. For whatever reason, Leo had absolutely no defenses against guilt, and Raph had spent years as a child training his brothers to not exploit that. Don still did from time to time when he felt he deserved something from Leo. It irritated the piss out of Raph, no matter the motivation.

Raphael sighed. He was tired, but apparently not sleepy. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. If he could just stop thinking about Leo, he could go to sleep.

Or if he could swallow his pride and go slip into bed next to Leo, he could sleep a whole lot better.

He growled into the pillow, balling his hands into fists. He wasn't going to give in. Leo had to come to him, he deserved that at least. Didn't he? Or was he just acting like a spoiled little shit?

He flipped back over, staring at the ceiling. A small piece of paper was taped directly above his head, and even though he couldn't see the words very well in the faint light, he knew every stroke of the spidery handwriting.

I am yours.

He smiled at it, relaxing. His impulsiveness would be the death of him. He could wait. Because waiting would make it all the sweeter.

He closed his eyes, his face splitting into an evil grin as he imagined what Leo's expression must've looked like when he found him the other night. The fact that Leo had stayed made him feel dizzy with happiness, and he reminded himself to tell Leo that someday. It was Leo's fault, anyway; their practice session that afternoon had nearly driven Raphael insane with lust as he watched Leo stalk him offensively. He couldn't believe he'd been able to hide his desire so well until he could get away from the lair.

He glanced down, silently laughing at himself. He certainly wasn't hiding it well now, and he softly touched the insistent bulge at the bottom of his plastron. The idea of Leo watching him jack off got him hard, fast. Funny, he hadn't thought he'd be one for voyeurism.

"Raph…"

He froze, blinking at the darkness. Had he imagined that? He barely breathed, straining to listen.

"Raphael…"

The intense desire in Leo's voice made him shiver instinctively. He sat up, looking around frantically, but his room was empty.

"Mmm."

Raph glanced down, following the voice to the floor. His Shell Cell was lit up, and he scrambled out of his hammock to snatch it up just in time to hear a series of gentle gasps. Vivid memories flooded his mind, making his knees weak.

He cleared his throat, trying to not sound embarrassed, and spoke into the cell. "Uh, Leo, turn off yer cell."

The rhythmic moans continued, and Raphael frowned. Either Leo couldn't hear him, or he was ignoring him. Part of him wanted to eavesdrop, principalities be damned- after all, Leo had!

He sighed. As much as he wanted to listen, he hadn't been invited to Leo's little party.

Or rather, big party…

He flushed. Leo had tried to leave; it was a lot easier for Raph in his situation than physically walking away. He pressed the Off button, then sighed gloomily.

"Yessss Raph…"

Raphael stared at the cell as if it had grown a head. Why the hell was it still on? He should take it to Don- oh fuck no, not while Leo was doing… this. Maybe he should go knock on Leo's door- hell, but he knew what Leo was doing and if he saw Leo like that-

He gasped as Leo moaned his name, louder this time, and his cock screamed to be released from its prison. Groaning, he pulled it free, then sighed in frustration; torn between ignoring Leo and using his pleasure to get himself off.

Fuck it.

Raphael held the cell to his ear as he spread his precum around his head with his other hand. Leo's sighs and pants were so much sexier than he remembered. He stroked himself hard and fast, his skin tingling as he heard soft wet sounds through the cell as Leo did the same. He easily caught up to Leo's climbing plateau, gasping himself as he felt his body tensing.

"Raph… Gods, fuck me Raph!"

"Fuck yes!" Raph growled though gritted teeth as he came in his hand, soaking himself enough for it to run down his forearm. "Fuuuck, Leo…" He sagged against the wall, desperately trying to catch his breath. "Fuckin' hell."

The glow of the aftermath faded swiftly as a thought struck him. Did Don do this on purpose?

Anger blinded him as he hurriedly toweled himself off.

"Dude, this movie sucks," Mikey complained, gesturing at the TV.

"Did you honestly expect anything more than pure shit from the title alone?"

"Aww, you're so crabby when Alex isn't here!"

"I am not," Donnie snapped, then laughed with Mikey as the irony struck them.

A door slammed behind them and they both froze, instantly arranging a neutral expression on their faces.

"Don!" Raphael roared, running up to them and gripping his shoulder painfully. "What the fuck did you do to my cell?"

"Uh-," Donnie glanced up at him, appearing startled. "I updated the security system software; put in another layer of encryption; replaced the screens so there's a higher resolution-,"

"What did you really do to it?" Raph hissed, shaking it in his face.

"I just told you," Donnie huffed irritably. "If you'd stop interrupting me all the damn time-,"

"I know you did this on purpose!" Raphael yelled angrily, and Donnie bristled visibly.

"If you're accusing me of something, then clarify. Otherwise, get off my shell about it. I upgraded the cells."

Raphael stared at him for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then leaned back. "I… Well somethin's wrong with it. Fix it!"

"What's wrong with it?" Donnie asked innocently.

"I-," Raphael snapped his mouth shut, uncertainty flickering across his face. "Nevermind, I'll fix it myself!"

"Oh really? How?" Donnie scoffed.

"I'll do it!" Raphael snapped, turning and stomping back over to the stairs.

Mikey waited until he was in his room again before beginning to clap. "Dude! You deserve an Emmy for that performance!"

Donatello flopped onto his side, gasping with laughter. "I so do!"

"He's so gonna kill you later, dude!"

"I know. It's worth it!"

[Author's Note]
Woohoo, it was Alex's turn first! xD
Don is pure evil genius.
And OMG Leo finally relinquished his grip on my sequel. I could finally write from other POV's this chapter. WOO! I wuv my Raphie. :3