Not getting a response, Leo went into Mikey's bedroom, but there was no sign of him. Damn, he thought. I'll have to deal with him later. I need to start preparing Raph's meal, but how can I make the evening special? An idea hit him and his eyes gleamed. Raphael wasn't the sappy type, but Leo had a feeling he'd love it.
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Leo went into his bedroom and took out two ceramic mugs he'd recently bought. He loved painting mugs and creating his own designs and he had a feeling Raphael would love his personalized ones. He got out his pencil and first sketched a design of a large red heart with his and Raphael's names in the centre, the word forever below it and ashisteru above the heart. Then he wrote the words 'You're my favorite pain in the shell' on the other side and went over both designs with his sharpie paints and added accent colors. Leo smiled at his handiwork. Raphael would be blown away. Then he did the same thing on the other mug, painting Raphael and himself on the front holding hands and wrote the words 'Raphael, takara, I adore you, Leo.' on the back. Done, Leo picked up the mugs and headed into the kitchen.
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Leo turned on the oven and placed the mugs inside it when it was 350 degrees, knowing it would be ready in twenty minutes, which gave him time to prep the meal. Leo was a bad cook and that was an understatement, because he'd almost burned the kitchen down on several occasions and had destroyed a few toasters. He knew he was playing with fire again, but he had to risk it. Raphael deserved a special meal. He'd try his best and they could always order pizza if it didn't work out. He flipped open one of Mikey's recipe books and decided he'd make crab cakes with a side salad, followed by garlic shrimp pasta and a chocolate molten lava cake. It looked easy enough. Surely even a lousy cook like him could pull it off?
Leo got to work making the crab cakes and set them aside when he was finished. Then he mixed the batter for the cake, which he'd bake when they were seated at the table. Finished, he marinated the shrimp with a mixture of garlic, ginger, paprika, and basil and set it aside. Then he made a simple salad of tomato, cucumber, lettuce and olives. That done, he opened the oven, took out the mugs and placed them on a baking sheet to cool down.
Now it was time for the décor. Leo got out a red table cloth from the linen closet, spread it out onto the kitchen table and set out the cutlery and crockery. He didn't have flowers, so two red candles from the kitchen would have to do. He placed those onto the table, lit them and looked in the fridge for something to drink. Alcohol was forbidden, so he'd make do with grape juice. He put it in an ice bucket by the table and turned his attention to the lighting.
He fetched his scented candles, lighting them and placing them around the room. It was simple, but romantic and elegant. All that was needed was music. He set up his portable CD player, pressed play and romantic Japanese instrumental music softly played. It was melodious and beautiful and the perfect accompaniment to their meal. He had something extra planned for his brother. The idea of it sickened him to the core, but he'd do it, knowing it'd prove his devotion to Raphael and would make him feel even more loved.
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Leo donned a blue towel, headed to his bedroom after his shower and smiled at his brother, who was sitting up and idly paging through one of Leo's war books, a bored expression on his face. "Hey, handsome," Leo said and bent down and kissed Raphael's cheek. "How's my sexy warrior doing?"
"Bored shitless. Where've ya been? Ya've been gone ages!"
"I missed you too," Leo said and chuckled. "Hey," Leo added huskily, trailing a hand down Raphael's plastron and making him shiver. "Think you could handle some loving? I'm in the mood and I want to make you feel good."
Not waiting for a reply, Leo pushed his brother down onto the bed, pulled the covers back, got between his legs and lapped at a stunned Raphael's slit until he dropped down with a loud churr, his purple cock semi erect and oozing precum. "Gorgeous," Leo said, raising his head, locking eyes with Raphael and trying not to throw up. "I bet you're a huge boy when erect, huh, Raphie?"
Raphael blushed and said, "Ten inches. I measured. Leo, ya don't gotta do this…"
"I want to, my angel," Leo said and focussed his attention again on Raphael's cock, alternately sucking and licking it. He watched Raphael, whose eyes were closed and whose hands were fisting the bedsheets, euphoria on his handsome face.
This is disgusting, Leo thought, inwardly recoiling at his brother's intense and salty taste. I fucking hate this. I miss Lotus. I doubt I'll ever enjoy blowing him. How could I when I had someone as beautiful as Lotus, who was my soul mate? Raphael's sexy for a male, but he doesn't have the right parts and I…I want to barf so badly. Even his skin's rougher than Lotus's. She was soft in all the right places and his is leathery. Not to mention his numerous scars. They certainly aren't sexy. Then there's his masculine musk that's tinged with sweat and gasoline. Yuck. Lotus smelled like peaches and fresh flowers and she bathed more often than Raph does. Phew. He pongs something fierce.
Leo shoved his thoughts aside, gradually took Raphael in and greedily sucked his cock, while listening to the deep rumbles and churrs of pleasure his brother made and feeling revolted with himself that he'd pulled those noises out of Raphael. Damn it. They were brothers. Not biological, but they'd been raised as brothers and it was wrong and immoral to be doing this with him!
"I'm gonna cum, Leo. Fuck!" Raphael yelled and he came a few minutes later with a loud growl, shooting hot jets of his seed down a nauseated Leo's throat.
A flushed Raphael pulled out and said breathlessly, "Thank ya. That was fantastic and kind of ya."
Leo cleaned his brother, taking care not to miss a drop, and planted a kiss on his beak when he was done. Then he said, "I wasn't trying to be kind, Raphie. I did it, because I love you. I want you to feel loved every second of every day in all the ways that matter."
Raphael's green eyes misted over, he nuzzled Leo's beak with his own and said, "Ya do. I'm so thankful for ya. Thank ya, baby."
"You don't have to keep thanking me. It's what mates do. They love one another. Are….."
"What 'bout ya? Don't ya want me ta suck ya off?"
"Raphie, I didn't do it, because I wanted something in return. I did it, because I wanted to make you feel good and this is your night and all about you. You can spoil me another time if you want."
"Ya know I will, Leo. Ya deserve the moon. I just hope I'm good enough for ya. What if I suck in bed?"
"Hush, baby," Leo said, tracing his jawline with his hand. "You're perfect for me. We complement one another and like I said before, sex isn't all we have. We have a strong bond based on love and respect that transcends everything else, so stop stressing. How do you feel now?"
"Contented, warm and loved, but…I'm afraid I'm gonna disappoint ya."
"Nothing you could say or could do would disappoint me, sweet Raphie. Please stop worrying, okay?"
"I'll try," Raphael said and wrapped his arms around Leo. "Think I could sleep now."
"After."
"After what?"
"Your next surprise."
"Another one? Come on, Leo. Ya've done so much already. Bein' my mate, the Claddagh and a blowjob. That's enough."
"It's not."
"What the shell have ya done now, Leo?"
"Get up and come to the kitchen. Dinner awaits."
"Shit! Ya cooked!" Raphael said in horror, his green eyes wide. "I hope ya didn't set the kitchen on fire!"
"Come and see," Leo said, while playfully stroking Raphael's tail, sending a shiver down his spine and making him rumble in appreciation. He'd always been the most sensitive with his tail and it was heaven having all of the attention. "Your tail's so cute, just like you, baby."
Raphael couldn't remember ever feeling so loved and satiated before. Leo was a dream come true and he made him feel relaxed to show his soft side.
"That's heaven," Raphael purred. "Bein' adored like this. I could get used ta it. I love bein' here with ya."
"So do I, but dinner's waiting," Leo said and sat up. "I hope you'll like it."
"I'd like anythin' ya made, because it's for me," Raphael said and sat up. "It's the thought that counts. But I don't get what the occasion is. My birthday's only tomorrow."
"I don't need a reason to spoil my mate," Leo said, standing up and helping Raphael to his feet.
"Are the others 'round?"
"Just Don. Sensei and Mikey went to April's place."
"Good, because then we can dine au natural. Ya know I feel vulnerable when I'm naked, but I wanna do it with ya and be my authentic, natural self. No gear and no clothes, the way we were born. I wanna feast my eyes on yer gorgeous toned body, the body only I can make love ta. Yer mine."
Leo groaned inwardly, as he removed his towel and threw it onto the bed. "How's that?"
"Perfection," Raphael said, his eyes hooding over with lust and love, as they roved over Leo's body. "Yer like a greek God and yer mine. Nobody else's."
Feeling awkward under the scrutiny, Leo cleared his throat and said, "Let's go, my handsome prince."
"Yer mine, right?" Raphael demanded.
"Of course I am," Leo said and grabbed Raphael's hand. "Now and always. Why would I want anyone else when I have the most perfect and sweetest guy ever?"
Raphael grinned and said, "I'm all that?"
"Of course you are," Leo said and kissed his cheek. "You're incredible and I'm so proud to have you as my mate. Let's go to dinner."
Raphael and Leo slowly walked to the kitchen and Leo thought, I still feel sick. Blowing him was the most repellent experience ever. I'd rather fight Shredder than that!
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They entered the kitchen and Raphael's eyes filled with tears, as he took in the scene before him. "Wow," he said. "Ya did all of this for me, Leo. The table, the music, the cookin'. Wow. Nobody's ever done somethin' like that for me and the décor's red, my favorite color. Ya really know how ta make me feel special, baby. Thank ya. It's stunnin'. I can't believe it." Raphael sniffed and said, "I'm speechless."
Leo smiled, led him to the table, pulled a chair out for him and said, as Raphael sat down, "It's no problem. I wanted to make things extra special and I thought since we didn't have Valentine's Day together this year….."
"We've only been together for a couple of days."
"Right. We could have a Valentine's Day themed dinner. I'm happy you like it."
"More than like it. I'm blown away."
"I hope you like the food," Leo said and poured him a glass of grape juice.
"I'm sure I will. Hope it ain't broccoli though."
"Of course not. Before I forget, here are your gifts," Leo said and handed him his mugs.
"Wow!" Raphael enthused. "These are awesome. Thank ya. Did ya make them?"
"Sure did. And I mean every word. Ashisteru, my sweetheart."
"And I'm a pain in the shell? I like the pun."
"Sometimes, but I love you anyway," Leo said. He grabbed the bowl of crab cakes, headed to the stove and turned it on.
"Love ya too. This is so romantic. Just us, music and peace. I love it. I really think we should move someday and get our own place. "
"Hmm," Leo said, placing the crab cakes in the pan. "Whatever you want, Raphie."
"Is that so?" Raphael asked, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes."
"Gonna take ya up on that offer when I'm better. I got many ideas we can try."
"I can't wait," Leo said, faking excitement. "These will be ready soon."
They chatted about casual things and the crab cakes were ready a few minutes later. "Here you go," Leo said and heaped some onto Raphael's plate, along with the salad. "Hope you like them."
"Thank ya," Raphael said and took a large bite. Then closing his eyes, he smiled and said, "These are the best crab cakes I've ever had. Thanks, Leo. I take back every nasty thing 'bout yer cookin'! These are sensational. I'm floored. Can I have the recipe?"
Leo chuckled and said, "You're welcome. It's in one of Mikey's books. I'll show you."
Raphael took another bite and touched Leo's calf with his leg under the table, making Leo flush. "Heh. Yer so cute when yer embarrassed," Raphael said with a grin.
"You're so bad."
"Ya got no idea," Raphael husked, placing his hand under the table and reaching between Leo's legs. He settled it on his tail and began stroking it, watching as Leo's cheeks flamed and listening to Leo's churrs.
The leader suddenly pushed his chair back, stood up and said, "Are you done, Raph?"
"Yeah. Why are ya so shy, Leo? It's just me or maybe ya don't like me touchin' ya. Maybe ya want Lotus back," Raphael said jealously.
"No, no, baby. It's just I organized a special meal for you and I want to make it. We can fool around later, okay? I do like you touching me, but dinner can't wait. I'll be right back. Just have to cook the pasta and shrimp."
"Look, Leo. I'm gonna be touchin' ya. We're mates, so ya gotta trust me, okay?"
"I do trust you!" Leo said, looking up from the pasta pot in which he was boiling the pasta.
"I don't think ya do. I let ya touch me and I've been through hell, so I don't understand why ya can't if ya love me so much."
"Fine. You can touch me all you like later. I promise."
"I look forward ta that."
The main course was a disaster. Leo had undercooked the pasta and overcooked the shrimp, but Raphael had sweetly informed him that didn't matter. He appreciated the effort Leo had gone to for him. Leo was nervous, as he placed the chocolate molten lava cake into a mold and into the oven, praying it was a success and he could soon go to bed. He was exhausted.
He and Raphael chatted, as the dessert cooked and when it was ready, Leo took it out of the mold and placed it onto Raphael's plate. "Dig in, Raphie," Leo said, dishing up for himself.
Raphael did and a look of sheer ecstasy appeared on his face, his eyes closing. "This is mindblowin'," he said, opening his eyes. "Holy moly. This the best thing ever, Leo! Wow. And ta think ya made it. Ya gotta make it again," Raphael added and licked his spoon.
Leo smiled and said, "Glad you approve."
"I more than approve. Hey. Ya got any leftover batter?" Raphael asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Yes. I thought I could make more pudding tomorrow."
"Nah. I want it tonight. Ya said it's my night and ya will do what I want, right?"
Fuck, Leo thought in dread. He wants sex. I have to stall. "Uh, Raph. You're still healing and aren't ready…."
Raphael ate more pudding, sighed contentedly and said with a wink, as he pushed his plate away, "But ya are. I'm done. That was scrumptious, thank ya and for the most amazin' dinner. I wanna play and make ya feel good. Ya will let me if ya trust me. Get the bowl and we'll continue our celebrations in bed."
"Raph…."
"Now! Don't baby me, okay? I wanna do this," Raphael said and stood up. "Get the bowl and come with me," Raphael added, wagging his tail to turn his brother on.
Leo groaned inwardly, plastered a smile and said, "In that case, I'm game."
Leo picked up the left over chocolate batter and followed his brother to his bedroom.
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Raphael ordered his brother to lie down on the bed. Then he smeared the chocolate batter onto Leo's plastron and his tail and eagerly began to lick it up, listening to Leo's loud cries of pleasure, as he did so. Raphael's tongue was rough, but to Leo's immense disgust, he loved the feeling of it against his skin and the sensations it caused. Bliss, euphoria and an urge to drop down. Raphael's hands stroked and caressed his body and he was surprisingly gentle with his calloused hands. Leo would never have expected that from his temperamental brother. There were clearly more layers to Raphael than he'd thought.
Leo's shell felt tight and he dropped down, his forest green cock semi erect and leaking precum. Raphael noticed and said, "It's gorgeous and thick. I'm gonna have so much fun with it. Lie still, Leo. I'm gonna make ya feel incredible.
Raphael slowly took Leo in and watched, as Leo's eyes closed and his hands fisted the bedsheets, his lips slightly parted. He thought Leo looked exquisite splayed before him and was a work of art. His art to love and caress for all eternity and he would. He'd never let his mate go. They belonged together and were soulmates. He was so glad that Leo had realized that.
Raphael sucked him harder and took Leo in further, until he was halfway down his throat. And it wasn't long before Leo climaxed with a loud growl, sending his seed down Raphael's throat. The emerald skinned turtle greedily drank it down, loving his mate's salty and intense taste and pleased that he'd been the one to cause Leo such pleasure.
Leo pulled out with a plop and lay back, his hands clasped behind his head and panted. The empty bowl lay on the end of the bed.
Raphael cleaned him, savoring each drop, kissed him on the lips and said, "How was that?"
"That was wonderful, Raphie. Thank you," Leo said truthfully to his horror. He'd liked it and that curdled his blood. He wasn't supposed to. Come on. It was Raphael. Not Lotus. How could he have liked that rough tongue sucking him off?
"Yer welcome, baby," Raphael said and propped himself up on an elbow. "Just a fraction of the love I feel for ya."
"What about you? Is there more batter?"
"All gone, but it don't matter. There's always tomorrow. Well, forever," Raphael said and nuzzled his beak against Leo's. "We got all the time in the world. Thank ya for such a fantastic day," Raphael added and yawned.
"It's a pleasure and there's still your birthday. I have something wonderful planned."
"I can't wait," Raphael said excitedly, his green eyes shining. He kissed Leo again, lay down and wrapped his arms around Leo. "Good night, Leo. I love ya."
"Love you too, Raphie."
Raphael soon fell asleep, gently snoring, and Leo thought, fuck. That licking was the most erotic, sensual experience I've ever had before. I loved it and the blowjob. What the hell's wrong with me? I don't love Raphael or being around him or him touching me. I love Lotus, don't I? So why did I love it so much? Do I really love Raph and am in denial?
A/N A belated nod to Valentine's Day. :) Hope you guys all had a fabulous day.
Leo's definitely digging a deeper hole for himself and is clearly in denial. Will he ever realize it?
