With Raph incapacitated and Leo mostly occupied dealing with Raph, patrols had been cut down to a bare minimum. Still they needed to maintain some presence on the surface, just to keep an eye out and hold their enemies in check.
Donnie campaigned hard to continue recovery efforts of the missing mutagen, and after a strong logical presentation of his case and a fair but of nagging Leo had conceded the point. Him and Michelangelo cold look for mutagen, while they patrolled as long as they kept within a twenty block radius of the lair and called if they needed backup.
"Or thought they needed back up"
"Or thought they might need back up"
"Or if Mikey did anything..." "well Mikey" Leo's worried lecture continued.
Don rolled his eyes recalling the moment.
They chatted as they patrolled, Donnie carefully searching for mutagen, Mikey staving off boredom with a stream of nonstop banter.
"Putting aside your crush on a certain Red masked turtle, I'm not even sure your gay. "
"Wait, back that up. You think I'm not gay? I'd like totally marry the pizza guy."
Don palmed his face rubbing hard. Sometimes Mikey was so insightful. Other times he was so Mikey. "Well what if the pizza guy was a pizza girl?" Don countered.
"Dude! They make those?" Mikey asked, stopping to balance his skateboard on his head him for no discernible reason.
Donatello sighed and continued to sweep the area with his scanner. Mikey dropping his board and catching up quickly on wheels.
"Rewind the tape for a minute, what makes you so sure I have a crush on the big guy?" Mikey persisted.
"Raphael? Theory mostly, but I've charted some very good data on behavioral..."
Mikey cut him off, coasting to a stop in front of Don pushing a hand against his plastron. Mikey gazed up at him, eyes the sparkling blue of tropic oceans Donatello had only seen in photographs.
Mike rose up to his tiptoes on the board, hand leaning hard on Don's chest for balance slowly closing the distance between them. His pouty sea green lips slightly puckered as tilted his head.
Brown eyes went wide, frantically scanning bright blue ones, trying to read those cyan depths. They shifted merrily but gave nothing back to Donatello but his own reflection. His hand shot out, olive fingers wrapped tight around his little brothers wrist, half by instinct he tugged it forward.
"A water ballon? Mikey, really?" Don queried.
"Can't beat a classic. Dude I can't believe I got you twice with that same gambit." Mikey crowed "you should of seen your self."
"Not funny Mikey." Don seethed.
"Oh, I think your face disagrees." Mikey gloated "Dr. Prankenstine's to handsome to turn down." Mikey held out his thumbs and forefingers bracketing his face. "But with looks this good- I got to play the field." He grinned impishly, ignoring the familiar signs of Don's rising temper.
"People's feelings aren't just another set of toys, Mikey." The first strain of anger clear in Don's voice.
"You mad bro?" Mikey quipped.
Donatello whirled throwing an arm in to Mikey's path, stopping him. The skateboard skittered forward until it crashed in to the low brick wall edging the roof. Don's eye ridge twitched.
Don pushed Mikey back with both hands, no ninjutsu yet "Yeah I'm mad."
Mikey's grin was mischievous as he stumbled back, but he widened his footing fingers brushing the chains of his nunchaku. "Not so fun is it? Being manipulated by someone you trust."
"You do not get to make the morality play here Michelangelo." Don snapped back "I still don't get what kind of game you were playing by dancing with April yesterday."
Mikey smirked, spinning on his heel and swinging his hips from side to side "Really dude? Because it seemed to me you were enjoying the show."
Mikey steeped back up to Don, close enough that Donatello could feel the heat of his teammates body through the chill night air.
"April, Leo, hell even me if the circumstances present them selves." Mikey's voice was soft with a teasing lilt as it tickled against his skin. Don could smell the soap and fresh cut grass smell of his youngest brother. There was something else about the familiar sent tonight, something inviting Donnie couldn't quite place.
"I think you want a little taste of everything" Mikey's proximity was doing strange things to Donatello, making it hard to think. Mikey went up on his tiptoes to whisper in to Don's ear slit "because you have no idea what you actually need."
The last word echoed around Don's head, before he could work out a response Mike stepped quickly and quietly away.
"Heavy stuff aside dude." Mikey continued as if he haden't just sent a half ironic shock of sexual tension down Don's spine "We should probably think about getting back.
Karai frowned, as the two turtles leapt from the rooftops disappearing below. They had been too far for her to hear and their wide mouths were difficult to read. But there had been something strange in the turtles exchange. Something about the small one, in the slant of his body and the way that he had moved. Not the whole time, but for a brief flicker, a feeling she couldn't place.
And where was Leonardo? It was not unheard of to encounter the turtles separately, but she had not seen him all week.
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Leo woke in the still darkness of the lair. He felt something was out of place, and it kept him from falling back into slumber. But in his disoriented half awake state it took him a few moments of blearily blinking at his clock to place it. The hotheads warm weight wasn't pressing against him.
Normally they slept apart more often than together, and Leo was insistent about Raph sneaking back to his own room when he 'visited' him. Raph often rolled his eyes at this, but ultimately relented, no more ready to face their master then Leo was.
However, since Raph's season started his partners compulsion to be near him was so strong it had been near impossible to pry Raph out of his bed. Most nights this week Leo didn't have the heart to do it. Watching Raph's eyes buzz with unspoken anxiety about being separated was hard enough, not to mention Leo actually slept better with the reassuring chorus of Rapahel's snores besides him.
Leonardo slid from the sheets. Raph's pads and wrappings were still in a messy tangle on his floor, his sai still resting on top of Leo's dresser. Only Raphael's mask was gone. Leo relaxed a little, if Raph's weapons were here, there was a strong chance he hadn't left the lair.
Leonardo walked briskly and silently down the dark hallway. Raph's room was empty, his bedding cool to the touch. Leo took the fast way down from the walkway, jumping the railing to bypass the stairs.
Making his way though the central area Leo noticed a feint flickering light shining through the shoji. Moving cautiously out of habit more then concern he padded to the dojo and parted the screen.
Inside was Raphael sitting cross legged in a corner in front of a single flickering candle. Leo took a half step back in surprise, Raph was voluntarily meditating. Hands lose on his knees, still scowling even with his eyes closed. The candle cast a flickering gold glow on his emerald skin. Leo crept closer, kneeling in front of him.
Raph's eyes blinked open, blazing with yellow green fire. His hand shot out, past Leonardo's neck fisting on the top edge of his shell. "Shit Fearless, I'm trying ta hold it together here, I ain't doing this for me ya know." Raph growled, tugging Leo forward.
Their lips met, Raph immediately pressing the kiss deeper, his broad tongue lapping at Leo's lips demanding entry. Leo's lips parted and Raph wasted no time invading his mouth. Leo sighed and melted into Raph's grip on his shell, letting the hotheads passion steer the kiss. Raphael was so acutely aware of Leo's motions that even this small surrender drove him forward. Unfolding his legs to come up into a half crouch, he dragged the leaf green turtle closer to him, wrapping his arms around Leo's carapace tightly.
Raph's gravely churr was loud enough to be heard in the next county, and Leo broke the kiss, glancing warily over to entrance of their fathers private quarters. "Maybe private meditation in my room would be more constructive." Leo whispered, tugging Raph to his feet.
It wasn't hard to get Raph up to his bedroom, but the red banded turtle watched in chagrin as Leo unrolled a reed mat and started lighting candles. "I can't believe ya meant actual meditation." Raph complained.
"You we're down there on your own, clearly your coming out of this. It's a great opportunity to work on your control." Leo glanced back at Raph over his shell "You are starting to come out of this right?"
Raph tilted his head to one side, cracking his neck before replying. "Yeah, I guess so. Before I couldn't think past it. Now I can, but maybe thinking is worse."
"Worse?" Leo prompted.
Raph looked away shyly, strange for the brash tutrtle. "It gets in ta your thoughts." His emerald skin went even darker as a flush spread across his cheeks. "I keep thinking about what you said ta Mikey, that night with Snakeweed and Karai."
Raph flicked his eyes over to Leo's face and almost burst out laughing. His leader was developing quite a poker face and it was unsual to see him look surprised. "Oh" Leo breathed softly. "Well, I guess that's only natural, instinctual perhaps, given the circumstances."
Raph sighed and rolled his eyes skyward. "Don't sweat it Fearless, we're fifteen and livin' in a sewer, I ain't looking ta play house with ya right this minute." Raph's accent was thick with feeling "Just took me by surprise is all." He finished.
Leo knelt in front of the bed where Raph was sitting. He placed a hand over Raph's. His sky blue eyes soft with sympathy he asked "Have you been thinking about it frequently?"
"Nah" Raph flashed a feral grin. "Mostly I've been dreaming of that sweet ass."
Leo chuckled at Raph's vivid language before tugging on his partners hands "Well why don't you join me, and my sweet ass for some meditation."
Raph shot him an incredulous look.
"It'll be a good training exercise for your concentration."
"You aren't the one who spent the week waddling around like a penguin, because he was packing a permanent hard on underneath his shell." Raph countered.
"Ok then" Leo grinned "how about we make it interesting?"
A twich plucked the corners of Raph's lips despite his best effort to scowl. "Me like this." He gestured at the bulge in his plastron "and you the king of fucking meditation? Hardly even odds."
"What if I even up those odds?" Leo smirked
"How?" Raph demanded
Instead of answering, Leo dashed out the door.
He was back moments later, clutching something giving Raph a mischievous look that made the red banded turtle shiver in anticipation. Leo clearly had plans.
Leonardo sat down on his meditation mat unrolling a small towel snatched from Raph's room and laying out supplies. Raph sucked air though his teeth as Leo reveled a familiar egg shape, attached by a slender cable to a black box.
"Ya gonna use that on your self?" Raph's voice was thick.
"Would you agree that it'd make things fair?" Leo's smooth voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Life ain't fair. But I wanna see you do it." Raph rumbled.
Leo settled, leaning back against the wall slightly with his legs spread. He untucked his tail, reveling his puckered entrance. Uncapping the tube slicked his fingers with the clear clear gel. Then squeezed a thick bead onto the pad of his first finger.
The leaf green turtle prepared himself slowly. Pressing in gingerly at first, and then moving with more confidence as the lube spread around. On the bed Raphael was sweating. Leo seemed to delight in his torment calling softly "Focus Raphael."
Raph's responding grow ended in a churr as Leo spread his legs wider.
Leo slid his finger in and out a few times. Then paused, keeping his eyes locked on Raphs he flicked his prostate. Breath speeding as he stimulated the tight knot of nerves. His face flushed under the intensity of Raph's gaze. His hothead partners eyes kept a constant circuit between Leo cool blue stare and what he was doing between his legs.
"Leo" Raph rumbled "Your fucking killing me." There was some humor in the low sexy timber of his voice, but mostly it held heat.
A shiver ran down Leo's spine and he moaned softly, in response to Raph's gruff slur, biting his lip. Even with out direct stimulation the pressure was building in his dick. Leo had been confident of his win in the beginning, but Raph's thirsty gaze was turning him on more then he expected.
Raph's hands clenched and unclenched rhythmically at his sides.
Leonardo's free hand questing out, carefully lifting the toy and coating it in slick gel, while the other worked inside of him. A lifetime of ambidextrous training aided him as he slowly withdrew his finger from his hole. Aligning the slippery toy he began to work it inside.
"Yeah. Do it so I can see." Raph's deep bedroom rumble encouraged lustily.
A low moan half stifled marked when the hard smooth egg brushed against his prostrate. Leo thumbed the device on, gasping. His whole body shuddered as if it were a struck tuning fork. Waves of pleasure beat down upon him, curling his toes and weakening his knees.
Leo moaned wantonly, wiggling against the cool intrusion. Raph licked his suddenly dry lips as he watched a perfect pearl of pre-cum welled up and rolled down Leo's hard green dick. Leonardo churred loud and long squirming under the continued siege on his seances. He was panting, struggling against his own pleasure as Raph's searing gaze raked over him.
Raph's gravely churr sounded like the sweetest of surrenders. But Leo's look of triumph quickly disappeared as Raph rolled off the bed coming towards him fast in a low crouch.
"You win" Raph spit out. He was on the floor keeling over Leo in the blink of an eye, one hand clutching possessively at the back of his mates neck. Raph's fingers tugging gently at the cord, tossing the toy aside in favor of his own brief touch. Raph angled his head, eyes sliding shut as he claimed Leo's lips for a kiss so hot Leo felt like it branded him. They broke apart gasping. Leo sliding his hand down the front seam of Raph's plastron, until he palmed his partners hard cock.
"Fuck Leo, I want in you so bad" Raph panted, hot breath washing over his neck. Fingers scrambling over Leo carapace as bucked into Leonardo's expert grip. Heat of the season still riding the hothead his cock twitched and exploded almost as soon as Leo started jacking him.
But Raph's need was not so easily abated, and he continued to grind his hard cock into Leo's slick hot cum covered hand. Leonardo did what he was trained to do, he took control. Using his free hand, he circled Raph's waist, urging him forward until Raph was sitting in his lap facing Leo, legs spread around Leo's thighs.
Raphael's need was more gentle now, churring delightedly as Leo encompassed them both with slow sure strokes. With quiet restraint Leo stoked the flame between then, eyes locked on Raph's face. Leo's free hand traced up and down Raph's muscular thighs, his touch somewhere between soothing and erotic.
Raph leaned in to nuzzle him tenderly, before pressing his lips to Leo's in a soft kiss. The kiss grew between then, lips parting. Leo's head swam as he lapped the heady ambrosia of Raph's unique flavor from his partners mouth. His hand slowly accelerated between them and one of Raph's joined his. Raph's thumb swiped over their sensitive crowns, swirling their pre-cum together. Leo's head rolled back with a stuttering moan despite his earlier determination to keep his gaze locked with Raph's. He felt Raph's rumbling churr more then heard it, hot and sweet and vibrating through him. At some unspoken signal his and Raph's hands moved faster. Raph curled forward resting his head on the crook of Leo's neck. The emerald turtle nipped softly at Leo's throat, crooning nonsense encouragement. Their hands blurred now, moving ninja fast in perfect tandem.
In the last moments, Leo snatched their hands away. Grinding their hips together, the smooth plates of their lower plastrons were wet enough for them to slide over with out discomfort. Their hard arousals slippery and burning against each other with nothing but slick pre-cum between them.
Leo's eyes found Raph's again, their electric green fire losing focus as waves of pleasure sluiced through them. The improbable hue rose up to fill Leo, the last thing he saw before every star in the night sky went supernova behind his eyelids.
They collapsed to the mat in a limp post orgasmic tangle. "We should go back to bed." Leo panted once he could find the breath. "We need to be up for practice in a couple of hours."
"Fuck it" Raph heaved back "sleep in."
"Raph" Leo started note of strain creeping into his voice "I'm serious about this not effecting our training."
"Whatever ya say Fearless." Raph cut him off, standing on unsteady legs. He reached a hand down to help Leo to his feet. "I just don't want to hear any shit about you being tired tomorrow when kick your ass during sparring."