(A/N: I just want to say, I love you all just as much as you love this story for giving this a chance, sticking with it and being dedicated readers and reviewers. I never thought it would be popular like this, and I just want to say thank you so much. Anyone that wants to add this to a collection, feel free.
I bring the gift of more smut! And some people asked for a little insight on Leo's thoughts. Honestly, he's staying mostly a mystery until the end, but I tried to deliver without giving his motivations away.
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They made out like that for a few more minutes, and mutant turtle stamina had them both hardening again in no time flat.
"At least you don't dissapoint there," Leonardo mumbled, smiling against Raphael's mouth once he felt his renewed hardness rubbing against his thigh. "This is going to be so much fun..."
Raph pulled away and growled into his shoulder, slightly dizzy as his blood changed directions AGAIN. He was ready to hoist Leonardo's legs wide and screw him right into the alley wall-
"RING RING RING RING RING RING RING, BANANA PHOOOONE! RING RING RING RING RING RING RING, BANANA PHOOOONE!"
His cell started going nuts, jumping and buzzing out of his belt like it couldn't have been happier to be a cock block. With Mikey's stupid ring tone, no less.
"Fuck." I'm gonna break his neck.
Leonardo pulled away and smirked mockingly. "That's adorable."
"Shut up," Raph snapped, fumbling for the silence button. He groaned internally when he saw the screen. Twenty missed texts, five missed calls. Reality came crashing back in, effectively killing his arousal and kick starting his brain.
He glanced back at Leonardo, and the other turtle was glaring at a slim black metal band around his wrist. A small red light was blinking on it, and he sighed. "I'm getting summoned too."
Raph lowered his eyes and palmed his phone, trying to find the words and coming up blank. What did you say to your kind-of-enemy-turned-fuck-buddy after a fight-turned-jack off session? 'Have a nice evening'?
"R-right," he coughed, rubbing under his eye mask and looking ANYWHERE but at Leonardo, who rolled his eyes. "Goodbye, Raphael. I'll see you again in a few days."
That brought him up short. "How tha hell ya gonna do that? Shine the Bat signal?"
"Either come back here, or I'll find you. It won't be hard- I'll just follow the screams of dying criminals." Leonardo said sweetly. Raph clenched his fists threateningly, but all he did was wipe the rest of the blood from his mouth, wiggle his fingers, and vanish back into the shadows at the corner of the alley. Before he did, as he was turning around, Raphael caught a glimpse of his shell and the sheaths strapped to it. They were empty- he wasn't even ARMED.
Cocky little son of a...
His phone cut off his internal curse, this time with Donnie's tech-y ringtone. Shaking his head, Raph leaned back and answered it, holding the phone about a foot away from his earslit in preparation or the chewing out he was about to receive. "'Lo?"
"*WHERE IN THE HELL-*" the shrill scream broke off into an unintelligible scuffle. There was an angry yell, and then instead of a pissed off Donnie, Mikey's voice came through the speaker, clearly trying to be cool and unconcerned as a buffer.
"*Heyyyy, Raphie. What's, um, what's going on?*" There was an underlying tone in his voice that said 'This M.F-er is liable to explode, but stay chill and we might get out of here with all of our skin'. Raph could almost see the LOOK he was giving Donnie at that very moment.
'I bet your family is terrified of you...'
Leonardo's jab circled around from the back of his mind to hit him in the gut. Denial said that he didn't know shit about how their family worked- Donnie sure didn't act scared of him- but it was hard to deny it when it was staring him in the face.
"H-Hey, Mike. I'm um...I'm good. I'm...okay."
"*Um...you sure?*"
"Uh, yeah."
"*ASK HIM WHERE HE'S BEEN!*"
"*You, uh, you stop by Casey's?*" If he didn't feel so much like a pile of shit, it might have been funny.
"Yeah. I left some stuff over there though. I'mma go get it and then I'mma come back."
"*Should we just meet you out there? It's a little late, but we could probably squeeze a few hours of patrol in-*"
Raph looked down at himself- covered in blood and dried semen like some kind of fucked up finger painting- and immediately panicked. "NO!" Everything fell silent on the other end of the line, and he wanted to strangle himself. "I mean, uh, no. No. Jus' forget it. Call tonight a off day. I'll be back soon. Promise."
"*...Alright. See you soon, dude.*" Raph almost wanted to cry in relief when Mikey hung up without another word. No questions asked, no lecture. He loved Mikey more than he ever had at that moment.
Truthfully though, he had been two seconds away from spilling his guts to his little brother over the phone. Mikey was understanding, but 'I just fucked around with the Foot Brat' probably wouldn't garner a lot of sympathy from the youngest.
Exhaling, Raph stood up straight and scrubbed at his eyelids. Crusty bits of copper flaked off under his fingernails. He needed to shower, and get his stuff back from Casey's so he could go home.
He purposely shoved all of his thoughts and feelings to the back of his brain, resolving to think about them later. Maybe.
Easier said than done, but he managed, even as he watched the evidence from what he'd done swirling down the drain of April's shower in bright crimson curls and spirals, nearly making him forget about the ugliness of what it was from.
Don't think about it. Don't.
But shit, he hadn't cum that hard in...never.
Do. Not. Think.
The water had been running cold for at least five minutes before he realized it, shivering hard under the icy spray. He heard the door creaking open almost immediately after he pulled on his hoodie in the middle of the kitchen.
"-fell asleep on the ride home. I'm so glad we didn't take the subway."
"Yeah. We might not have survived. What the..."
"What?" April hiss called from the other room, careful not to wake the comatose child cradled precariously in her arms. Casey blinked hard and turned his head to gaze at the room head on. "I thought I saw...Mm. Nevermind." He turned around as his wife walked back, child free and pulling the scrunchy from her fiery hair.
"Well, Cody's out. Benadryl couldn't have done it better." she said smugly. Casey smirked and embraced her, wrapping his hands around the curve of her behind. "Ya sure you didn't slip him none, Supermom?"
"Well...maybe a little." April giggled as he tongued under her ear.
"Mmm...love ya, Red."
Neither of them noticed the blank, pained golden gaze that watched them from the cracked window, before it faded away into the night.
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Raphael barely said two words to anyone when he finally made it home. Splinter, thankfully, had caught a cold a few days previous and was out on cough medicine. One glance at the hollow, haunted look in his older brother's eyes stopped Donnie's lecture cold and turned it into a quiet, tired sigh.
"Medicine is on the counter." he said wearily, rubbing at the bridge of his beak.
"Dun' need 'em." Raph protested, but there was no real fight in his tone.
"Okay. I'll tell Splinter you're not feeling good and you cancelled practice tomorrow."
"'M not crazy."
"We know, dude. It's okay."
The drugs were for bipolar shit, some stuff he'd never seen before. Donnie must have trying out a new fix it method that week. His younger brother had never really diagnosed him, but Raph knew the whole house thought that something was wrong with him internally.
Leader Extraordinaire.
He read the bottle just far enough so that he knew how many to take without dying, then unscrewed the cap and tossed the little blue capsules down dry. He got in his hammock and stared at his reflection in his razor while he waited for them to kick in. He only had the energy to cut one thin line before he fell asleep.
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Leonardo stared at his reflection in the little ceremonial kunai, different from the rest in his arsenal, holding the blade up with one hand and plucking thoughtfully at the black ribbons around his arm with the other, bare except for those.
This blade, wrapped in white cloth with a line of red characters down the handle, wasn't for fighting. The edges hadn't been crusted with his blood in years, and he'd thought that that would have changed this night. But thankfully it hadn't.
He twirled it between his thick fingers for a while, watching his brown eyes flash back and forth. He had resented being sent away for the longest time, but he had a new perspective on it now. Being away had let him develop him own way of thinking about things, and gain a kind of independence from his father's ideals. What the Shredder didn't know wouldn't kill him.
And if it did, well, he'd take over that much quicker.
He grinned and turned over.
Now he just had to figure out what to do with his precious Ane.
(One Week Later)
"I almost thought you wouldn't show." Leonardo smiled, already reclined in a catlike position on the fire escape as the figure below removed its red hood and revealed itself to be one slightly pissy Raphael.
"Jus' shut up and get down here." Raph growled, trying not to focus on how that statement brought to mind all the thousands of reasons why he SHOULDN'T have shown up.
"You're always so rude. Maybe I should go home."
A vein started to pop in Raph's brain, but Leonardo finally deigned to swing down to street level. He was wearing less armour than usual, but that didn't make Raphael feel any better.
Raph crammed his hands in his pockets and forced himself not to rock backwards on his heels like a dweeb. His body was getting excited despite himself. "So...what?" he snapped.
"We're not doing this here. It's a miracle we didn't get caught last time." Leonardo told him.
"Again- so, what?"
"Just follow me."
The place he led them turned out to be an old, decrepit warehouse across the city, near the docks. It was far away from both the Foot Tower and the network of manhole covers and sewer entrances that connected the Hamatos to the New York streets.
Most of the windows were already smashed out, so it was easy for them to shimmy down the back wall and into the leaning, frigid structure.
Raphael shivered and looked furtively over his shoulders while he waited for his vision to adjust to the soupy darkness. He felt Leonardo brush past him and told himself he didn't flinch, even when he heard the answering chuckle. "You bring all yer fuck buddies here?" he quipped sharply. "Makes me wonder how many came back."
He saw those brown eyes roll upwards, and it gave him a small stab of satisfaction.
"Take off your weapons."
Raph reached down to grip his sai, but didn't comply. "'Scuse me?"
Leonardo made a frustrated little noise. "You know, you actually make my eyeballs hurt. Take. Off. Your. Weapons, please."
Sure. He'd followed him there, and after that his trust tanks was pretty much empty. Raph snorted harshly, crossing his arms. "Mmhm. Let me just hand ya the blade. Hold up, lemme lean my head back too, give ya a good angle on my throat."
Leonardo drew his swords suddenly, causing an immediate reaction of tensed muscles from the red masked turtle (knew it, knew it, fucking dumbass I KNEW it), but before Raph could make another move he dropped them into the floor with a sharp ringing clash. "If we're doing this, I won't be armed. But neither will you. So," he finished, "you can keep them on you, turn around and go back home. Or, you can do what I asked, take them off, and we both get what we want."
Raph glared sourly at him for a second. Then, reluctantly, he unholstered his beloved weapons and tossed them away. "There. Happy?"
Leonardo smiled. "Was that so hard? I doubt it." He raised his hand and crooked a finger. "C'mere."
Raphael started to balk at being called, like some sort of dog, but the look in his eye stilled his words and he found himself obeying. Their bodies fit together and their mouths found each other in another hungry kiss. It was no less hot and brutal than the first time they'd done it, rippling through both of them like a blowtorch flame being lit. It tasted so good, felt so good because he'd never had anything like it before, and he greedily took more and more.
He didn't know if Leonardo had gills or what, but Raphael eventually had to concede defeat and pull away to breathe. He licked the flavour of the other male off his mouth and raised an eyeridge. "So...how's this gonna work?"
Maybe he wasn't an expert in this stuff, but he knew the basics. When it was two guys, one had to be on the receiving end. He didn't want this to turn into a fight (although he really wouldn't mind), but it wasn't in his nature to lay down and take something like that. The thought made him bristle.
Leonardo drew away slightly, an unreadable expression on his face as something flickered in his eyes. "Oh, we're not there yet. Not even close."
Disbelief washed through the larger turtle, followed by heat- the ugly kind. His eyes widened, then narrowed to slits. "You wanna run that by me again?"
Leonardo pushed him away at the threatening tone in his voice. "Did you really think you were going to get all of me right now?" he asked dubiously. "That's not how this goes. First of all, you'd have no idea what you were doing, and that would just make it bad for both of us. And secondly...do you remember what I told you a few weeks ago?" His words dropped an octave, suddenly low and sultry where seconds before they'd been chilly and lecturing.
"Remind me." Raph spat.
"You're MINE, not the other way around. I decide when you receive that privilege." Leonardo snapped. Then his smile was back. "Trust me. I'll show you things you've never seen, or felt. We'll get there, eventually. I promise."
"Like that means anythin' ta me." Raph grumbled. Leonardo chuckled, and then-
Oh. Ah...
Fingers played along the edges of the secret slit between his legs, maddening and testing and teasing. His protests grew wings and flew out of his head as Leonardo pressed against it and slipped inside, drawing out his half hard length. Raph shuddered and braced himself with an arm against the wall while Leonardo licked at the sweat gathering at the base of his throat.
Why did it feel so much better when someone else was doing it?
Leonardo switched to actual pulls and yanks, forcing him to full hardness in seconds. He could feel the rough sword calluses on Leonardo's hands and the friction was unbelievable, almost painful. But somehow that made it better, slickened by the moisture welling at his tip. His chest felt too small to contain his heart, the flood he could feel coursing through his veins down down down to where his cock was painting sticky patterns on his plastron.
He didn't realize Leonardo had sunk to his knees until he felt a glancing nip on his thigh, making him jerk and tear his eyes open. Leonardo breathed warm air onto his cock with every exhale, and it twitched every time.
"You've obviously never had this done to you before, so this is how this is going to work." Leonardo began smugly. "I'll do it first, and show you how. Then you'll do it to me. And if you do it right, I'll give you another one. Who knows, I might even swallow." he shrugged.
"I-...ya- uuuuughnn..." All he could do at the first long lick was breathe and groan. His eyes started to close again, but Leonardo squeezed him HARD and hissed "Watch", so he did, staring in amazement as he ran his tongue up the underside of his cock with perfect accuracy, tracing the bulging veins through a sheen of precome.
Raphael's breath left him in little huffs mixed with curses. "Fffuck...fffuck, fffuck..." he gasped, rolling his hips in short, uncontrollable motions. The wet explosions of sensation were hitting him from all sides, and the VISUAL...
He couldn't stop watching even if he tried. He didn't know what was better, the sight or the noises. Leonardo was sucking his cock like a tootsie roll, sipping and slurping like he had a camera on him, leaving shiny trails across his face and neck. He was doing shit Raph couldn't even recall seeing in the porn films. His tongue was finding every sensitive crevice up and down Raph's swollen ten inches, twirling like an acrobat.
He pulled off with a pop and wiped his mouth, glancing up with half lidded eyes. They both stared at the stands of saliva and precome connecting him to the head and glossing his already swelling lips. He laughed softly at the astonished look on Raph's face, winked, and went back down.
It was so...WET and nasty, and oh FUCK it was so good...
Half formed words and growls escaped his chest and he felt a tight, constricting pressure building in his lower stomach. Leonardo just kept teasing him with a soft tongue and lips and the occasional swallow, and Raph bit his lip and rocked against the wall, shoulders shaking.
Leonardo did some kind of fluttering motion under the pulsing head with his lips, and Raph's knees almost gave out. He had never been so close so fast, and he didn't give a shit. He could feel the best orgasm he'd ever had in his life bubbling up like lava, quick and burning his insides. He'd never be able to jerk off again, after this.
As if that wasn't enough, he almost screamed when he felt the sharp points of teeth being drawn down his flesh. When he looked down, Leonardo was staring him dead in the face, so he knew it was completely on purpose. The pain was ridiculous, another fiery level to the feeling, and he hardened even further, shoved closer to the edge. Leonardo nipped and bit while he sucked, not gently, and it was blinding.
"Oh shit, oh sh-shit baby, oh shit I'm gonna fuckin' cum, fuck-" he babbled. He let out a disbelieving noise (it wasn't a whimper, fuck that it WASN'T) when Leonardo pulled mostly off, stroking him slowly through his fist. Senseless, desperate to finish, Raphael snarled and thrust forward, which Leonardo deftly avoided.
"One more thing." he whispered, placing a hand on Raph's hip to hold him in place. There was a strange expression on his face, pointedly focused.
He opened his mouth and sank back down slow, and this time he didn't stop at the head or at the halfway point- he kept going, inch by inch until his nose was damnear touching Raphael's stomach.
Deepthroat. He just deepthroated me. I'm being fucking deepthroated.
He watched Leonardo's eyes clench tight, slightly moist with the effort of relaxing his throat. He reached up, and guided Raph's hand to the back of his head. Raph pistoned up once, and he gagged, gulping.
The gag did something to Raphael, stirred the beast from where it had been sedated by pleasure. Something dark and vicious rose up inside him, yearning for more of that tortured sound. He wanted more, wanted choking and gagging. He wanted to see him suffocate.
He fisted his fingers in that black mask and started thrusting in earnest, dragging more of that lovely gagging out of that stretched throat the faster he went. Leonardo moaned, and bit down in retaliation. His cock felt like it was on fire, surrounded by tight moist heat and vibrations and throbbing from being bitten and then-
He was gone, cumming almost like he had no choice. Stars exploded in his head, everything blurred together, one moment of continuous pleasure that lasted for at least twenty years.
When he came back down, Leonardo was standing and spitting heavily on the floor, shaking sticky strings from his fingers. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the sweat soaked, wrecked turtle in front of him, and grinned a demon's grin. "Your turn."
Raph felt a foot hook behind his knees, and his reflexes, shattered as they were, couldn't react before he was on the floor, kneeling.
He was still catching his breath and struggling to breathe. He looked up, and realized that Leonardo must have been stroking himself while blowing him, because the lighter turtle was already erect and leaking. He was just as large as Raphael himself, maybe an inch longer, but a little slimmer width wise. His slit was wide open, emanating a thick musky smell.
Leonardo canted his hips, sliding his warm head over and past Raph's lips. He tasted salty and bitter on his tongue, hot flesh and masculinity, and he moaned through his nose when Raph gave him a tentative lick. "Come on," he breathed, gripping his rock like shoulder.
An unexpected lash of nervousness made Raphael pause. What if he reeked at this, like he did at pretty much everything else? He was here on his knees betraying his family, so that was a forfeit on "brother" and "son" and "leader". What if he couldn't do this, either? Something as simple as sucking cock. Leonardo was going to laugh in his face and call the whole thing off, and in that moment he realized that he didn't want that to happen.
He leaned away, but Leonardo must have seen the thoughts in his eyes. "Don't think about them," he whispered, running his hands over Raph's head. "This has nothing to do with them. You've always been their leader, and I can tell you've never really taken anything for yourself. It's always about them." Raph growled warningly, but he continued.
"Take something for yourself, for once. That's what this is about."
He'd never had anything close to this, and he wanted to believe that he deserved this.
Raph groaned, a sound of giving in as he opened his mouth fully and swallowed him down. Leonardo threw his head back and gave a low whimper, instantly twining his hand in Raph's mask tails and pulling him further. "Mmmm yesss..."
Raph put a hand on the base to steady himself, mouthing at the head, licking down slow, and using his hands at the same time. There was a slick, obscene sound as he slid up and down, trying to get accustomed to the hot unyielding presence in his jaw.
"T-teeth," Leonardo gasped out. Raph paused and grumbled, craning his neck up to glare at him. "'Mmnmot'h."
"I know," Leonardo hissed, gripping the back of his head and pushing him down. "Use- use them. Do it."
He wanted teeth? Fine. He'd get them.
Raphael relaxed, then tensed, tightening his jaw while as he pulled away harshly. His teeth scraped unforgivingly over the pulsing length. He expected a yell, or a reaction of pain, but to his shock Leonardo moaned the loudest yet and shook apart against his body. His shell dragged loudly on the crumbling brick behind him as he slid to the floor, the hand in Raph's mask pulling the larger turtle down with him. He had to lean forward and flatten his palm against the floor to stop from falling on his face.
Well, shit. He'd found another sado-masochist. Guess that makes us fucking soul mates.
He tried to remember all the stuff Leonardo had done to him, but it was hard to do that AND concentrate on what he was doing. He had to learn on the fly, testing to see what was right and what was wrong.
Most of it was accidental, like when he started coughing on his own spit and hollowed his cheeks to swallow, the resulting hard suction making Leonardo dig gouges in the floor with his nails, needy moans escaping the other male as saliva spilled out of his mouth.
After a while, Raphael could feel the corners of his lips starting to get sore from the friction, and his knees started to hurt, but for some weird reason he didn't mind. There was something extremely satisfying in seeing the so far infallible Leonardo squirming and helpless, all because of him. They fell into a rhythm- Leonardo's hips pushing forward and backwards into Raphael and his hands keeping his head fixed, not quite fucking his mouth like Raph had done to him but not being gentle either.
When he hit the back of the throat, Raph's eyes stung, and he reflexively started to pull away, but Leonardo's grip was relentless, and he started choking in between sucks. He gripped the thigh coiled over his shoulder hard enough that blood welled under his fingernails, and felt an answering spike of pain on his arm. Leonardo was undulating, struggling to breathe and gasping out mangled Japanese curses.
The idea struck him like lightning, and he was moving before he could even think about it. Raphael dug his nails harder into the wound he'd inflicted. He could almost feel the pain he was no doubt causing as if it were happening to him, a hot sting that rushed through the entire body and set every nerve on fire.
That leg twitched spastically, and Leonardo made a strangled yell as he came down Raph's throat.
Raphael yanked away once his body relaxed to spit, running his tongue around his mouth to gather the last of the slippery substance. "Ugh, shit," he coughed. Automatic least favorite part.
"N-not like yours was...any better." Leonardo shot back. The scratches on his leg and on Raph's bicep were already coagulating thanks to mutant healing. They both sat there for a while, recovering. Raphael's overdue afterglow started setting in, and it felt like he'd downed a twelve pack. It was warm, a little tingly...and most of all, beast free.
He sighed and rolled his head back against the wall, boneless. He pulled his mask down over his eyes and stared into the fuzzy red tinged darkness. It was a surprise when he shifted, and found out that he was half hard in the aftermath.
"...Thought ya said you'd do me again."
"I said I'd do it again if you were good." Leonardo replied, sounding as relaxed as Raphael felt.
He'd even lost the ability to get truly irritated. Without moving any other part of his body, Raph smeared his hand through the drops of cum littering the top of his plastron and flicked his fingers in Leonardo's direction, smirking when he heard the lighter turtle give an indignant snort.
"Ungrateful bastard. Fine." Raph listened to his body move, and his smirk widened into a full blown smile when he felt warm hands on his thighs. He started to pull his mask back up, but Leonardo intercepted him. "Leave it."
If possible, it was twice as better the second time around. Afterwards, after he swallowed most of it, Leonardo pressed a mocking kiss to Raphael's panting, wide open mouth and trickled his own cum down his throat, laughing sadistically when he choked on it.
"SON OF A- gaack, ahaack- BITCH!"
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(A/N: Hell, I'M squirming. Review!
Also, I need a beta for a new companion piece to this I'm messing around with. Anybody interested?)