Before Mikey can even knock, Leo's door flies open. He looks just as shocked to see him standing at his door as Mikey feels.

"...You came home." Leo says with bated breath.

"Disappointed?" Mikey can't help but quip. Leo's frown deepens, but it's not a frown that gives him an angry vibe. For this, he is thankful. He doesn't think he'd be able to have this conversation with his brother angry at him.

"No. Not at all."

They stand there awkwardly for a moment, observing each other. He notices the cloth around his eyes is slightly darker and wrinkled than normal, as if it's been wet recently. He doesn't know what to make of this and truth be told, he doesn't want to know either. He also looks unbelievably tired. It makes him look older than he really is, like he's 35 instead of 15.

It strikes him that this is his fault.

"So," Mikey finally breaks, unable to stand his inner thoughts for much longer. Being sober is the worst. "I'm assuming you're free?"

Slowly, he nods and steps aside for Mikey to walk into his room. He takes up the offer and steps into Leo's bedroom. Immediately, he notices that aside from the bed, everything is immaculate. As always. The bed, however, has its blue quilt thrown back as if he'd just gotten up. Which can't be right, because Leo is always up at 5 am sharp.

Leo makes his way to the chabudai in the corner of his room and kneels gracefully onto one of the zabutons. Mikey follows, and kneels on the one across from Leo. There's another prolonged pause of silence. He fiddles with his hands, unsure what to do. He figures he's got to be the bigger person, for once, and apologize. Man, he thought Raph was the prideful one.

"I'm sorry."

The words weren't spoken by Mikey. He blinks.

"You're sorry?" He asks with disbelief. Leo nods and looks into his lap.

"For hitting you and driving you away. I...I never intended to make you feel unwelcome, Michelangelo. My words were unkind and cruel."

He doesn't believe it. Leo had every right to be angry with Mikey. He'd been lying to them for over a year, sneaking off into the night and giving his body away. He exposed himself to all sorts of dangers, and when he was confronted about his secrets his responded with disrespect and said some harsh and nasty things. Leo only spoke the truth. He is a whore, and he did bring great shame to master Splinter.

Although, he admits that the slap did go too far.

He notices that his current feelings are contradictory to what he felt before coming into Leo's room. It's funny how two faced he can be, even to himself.

"Bro, you don't have to say sorry to me."

Leo looks up and smiles sadly. "I know. But I am, because it's the right thing to do and you are deserving of respect."

Mikey shakes his head. "Nah, I ain't deserving of any respect. You saw for yourself what I'm really like, Leo. Walked right in on me while I was finna blow a guy I don't even know. And dude, I'm going to be real with you. I'm not sorry for it, because I like having sex with strangers. I like having sex in general actually."

Leo does not interrupt him or get upset. He just sits there and listens patiently to his brother. There is no hurt on his face when Mikey says he's not sorry, only bitter acceptance. Like he was expecting it. Like he'd already prepared himself for this blow.

"But," Mikey continues. "I am really, really sorry for lashing out at you and running away. I was just...I dunno. Feelin' real weird, and you finding me out was like a kick in the tummy dude."

"...I accept your apology. But I have questions and concerns, and I'd really appreciate it if you'd hear me out. Not because I'm your leader, but because you are my family."

He should've seen this coming. It's his turn for the bitter acceptance. "Yeah, you deserve answers. Ask away, I'll tell you what I can."

Leo exhales. "Thank you. First, I just want to know...how'd you find that place?"

He's relieved it's not a loaded question. "I wanted to find a place to tag. A wall that wasn't already covered in other tags. And usually warehouses are great spots. I met muffin outside the warehouse, and his partner too."

"Muffin?"

"The dog from the painting."

"I see. How'd that lead to you sex with them?"

Mikey chuckles nervously. Telling him this is kind of awkward. Now he wishes he'd asked the more deeper questions first. "Well...they were fucking when I first met 'em. When they saw that I was another mutant they just asked if I wanted to join. I said yeah, and they- well, banged me."

Leo looks conflicted. "It was all consensual right"

"One hundred percent."

"Good. Secondly, I want you to be honest." From the look on his brother's face he can tell that this question is one of the loaded ones he was fearing. "When I first approached Muffin, and asked where you were, he said that you were probably 'high off of your ass getting pounded in the back'. Do...do you do drugs, Mikey?"

He has a feeling Leo already knows the answer to that question. Mikey smiles guiltily, and Leo lets out a pained noise.

"Oh." He says softly. He's looking at the palm of his hands again. And then, strangely, the atmosphere shifts. When Leo looks up this time he's speaking to his leader, not his brother. Leonardo sure does have a talent for flipping his personality. It's scary. Mikey wishes he could do that.

We all have different ways of coping. Who is he to judge Leo's safety net?

"How often?"

"Usually before I get fucked. Loosens the muscles, makes me all tingly and floaty. Makes getting fucked a wild experience."

"Every night, then?" He sounds so detached. Like he's reading off of something. If he was high the sound of it would probably make him giggle.

But he's sober, and the reality of this situation is slowly creeping in on him. Leo's finding out all of his secrets, laying them out in front of him and forcing Mikey to spill everything. He knew deep down that if Leo was going to find out about the fucking then he'd definitley find out about the drugs too.

"Yeah, pretty much."

Leo flexes his fingers. His tell, it means he's trying to repress whatever crazy emotion he feels like a leader shouldn't have. He closes his eyes, opens them again, and almost looks physically pained by his next words.

"I can't let you back on the team."

Mikey's blood runs cold and his thoughts begin to race. Did he come back home just to get kicked out again? He'd have rather left on his own terms. The rejection is too heavy, it hurts too bad and sits upon his heart like it's made of steel. Raph promised him everything was going to be okay. He feels betrayed by the red banded turtle. And what happened to Leo not wanting him to feel unwelcome? What happened to his apology?

Leo sees his mistake in wording and quickly fixes it. "Not out of the family, Mikey!" He reaches out and grabs Mikey's hand with his own. The force of his hand shaking causes Leo's to shake as well. When did he start trembling, he wonders.

"Then what did you mean?" He chokes out. It's like there's a cork in his throat. It hurts to breathe.

"You just can't do patrols and missions with us anymore. Not until you're clean, Mikey. This drug usage can affect the way you act, and think, and move when we're topside. You could get hurt. Or killed. And you could make that happen to one of us as well."

What Leo says makes sense. Still, he feels the need to defend himself. "It was never a problem before."

Leo's eyes narrow and he removes his hand from Mikey's. "That doesn't matter. There's an extra risk you take, an unnecessary risk, when you add drugs to the mix. I won't have it endangering us or you."

Irrational anger boils inside him. It makes his head weak and his logic even weaker. "So I'm a risk now?"

There is no hesitation in his response. "Yes. It's only temporary, until we can get you clean-"

"No."

Leo stills, and looks at him with disbelief. "You...you want to keep doing drugs?"

Mikey nods with no regret. "There's no way in hell I'm giving it up. Just because you know about it now doesn't change anything. I love you, Leo, don't get me wrong. But you can't just bust down my doors and ask me to change a personal part of my life. You lead me when we're on topside, or in training. But you can't control my life."

"Mikey, this isn't a kind of life choice you should make! It's not something I could merely disagree with, it's something we've spent our whole lives avoiding! This isn't you deciding to get a stupid tattoo, it's you putting yourself in danger! What does weed have that could possibly be worth this risk?"

And then it clicks.

Leo doesn't think he does hard stuff. Just weed. And isn't that hilarious? For him to be preaching about danger when he doesn't even know the full extent of it. It also explains why Leo isn't as mad as he'd have thought he was. Instead, he's just disappointed. Because of pot. Isn't this wonderful? He can just hand over one of his bags of Mary Jane and pretend that that was it. No more drugs, Leo! Don't you see? I'm clean as can be. Handing it all over.

"...Okay. Okay, I'll do it."

The happiness blossoms on Leo's face, brightens the whole room up. "Really?" He breathes out with a relieved smile. "What's with the sudden change of heart?"

"I figured you're right. This is unnecessary and dangerous. I'll give you my stash, give me like a week to flush it out of my system and I'm good as new...On one condition."

The smile slips off his face, and he looks more apprehensive now. "What is your condition?"

"Don't tell Donnie. Or Raph, and definitely don't tell Splinter."

Immediately, he responds. "Deal."

Mikey grins and stands up from the short table. "I'll be right back, lemme go grab the stuff."

Leo nods his confirmation and without another word Mikey exits the room and steps next door into his own. It looks the same as it did last time he saw it, messy and disorganized. Good, Mikey knows his mess better than anyone else. If someone touched it then he would know the second he got a glimpse.

Quickly, in case Leo decides to follow him into his room, he pulls out his Nike box and yanks one of the weed bags out. He's glad he never had to pay money for this stuff, he bets it would've been expensive. He's also happy that weed isn't his favorite. He shoves the box back under his bed and makes his way back to Leo.

He's still sitting there, waiting patiently, When he sees the bag he cringes.

"That's a lot, Michelangelo."

Mikey shrugs. "I like being stocked up. This is all I have though...what are you going to do with it?"

He hands the bag over to Leo, who tosses it onto the table quickly. "Take it to the landfill, probably. Mikey, thank you so much for doing this." Leo gets up onto his feet and wraps his arms around him.

Mikey halfheartedly pats his shell. "Eh, anything to help you sleep better at night. Does this mean I'm on the team again?"

Leo lets go of him. He's positively glowing right now. "Not until the week is up. I know this was hard for you, and I'm proud of you for making this decision."

He feels bad.

And relieved. He can't believe Leo didn't notice his deceit. It seems too good to be true.

But he beams at his brother and soaks the praise in, no matter how undeserving he is of it. "And," Leo walks over to his nightstand. He opens up the top drawer and pulls out, to Mikey's delight, his bandana. "Here." He gives it to Mikey.

"I would've thought you burned it!" He jokes. It's lighthearted, not sarcastic or malicious. Mikey ties his mask back on his face and no longer feels vulnerable like he did without it.

"Never. Wouldn't have even considered doing it. We have a lot more to talk about but...for now, I'm hungry."

Mikey laughs.

"I guess this means you want me to whip you something up?"

"Yes. I tried to make dinner last night and…"

"It was a disaster, huh? Come, come, let's go to the kitchen and let Chef Mikester blow your mind."

Leo chuckles and follows Mikey to the kitchen. His feet feel light, so he steps with an extra umph while he chats with Leo. Like he used to do when they were kids. It might've taken a lie, but for once things are starting to seem like normal. He just needs to regroup, for now. But that's a thought for a later date.

He got his brother back. Leo's not mad at him anymore.

The day passes without a hitch. It's like Mikey never ran away in the first place. Well, he was only gone for a day. But he assumed everything was going to be different when he came back. And it is, sort of, because his brothers are around a lot more. Like a hovering, never ending presence.

And, being the social creature he is, he can't help but like the new togetherness. He also realizes it's because they're scared he's going to run off again, and if his conversation with Leo had gone south he probably would have.

Master Splinter even seems more there than usual, and instead of inviting Leonardo for tea he invited Mikey. It was nice, they watched one of his soap operas and chatted about it afterwards. And when he made dinner after training, everyone came into the kitchen just to hang out. Nobody talked about what Mikey had done, and Mikey acted like Mikey.

Of course, it all came to a peak when everyone went to bed. "We're going to have morning training," Master Splinter said. "I want everyone up bright and early."

And so they had sauntered off to their own rooms. Usually, Mikey is preparing to leave for a long night. But after everything that had occured doing so just felt...wrong. He'll have to wait for a week or two at the very least. He's got more than enough drugs for now so he doesn't need any refills.

It's just after he pops four Es into his mouth when someone knocks on his door. He frowns and pushes his stash out of sight before standing up to answer the door. The person that greets him is Raph. He's already got all of his protective gear off, meaning he was ready for bed. Looks like neither of them is going to be doing any sneaking around today.

"Hey, buddy. What's up?"

"Wanted to talk to ya. Move over." He pushes past Mikey, giving him no choice in the matter. This makes him laugh. Typical Raph behaviour. He closes the door and sits next to Raph, who took it upon himself to sit on his bed. They're close enough for their knees to knock together.

"I've been thinkin'." He says.

"That's never good." Mikey teases.

"Shut up. I just...when we was in the tunnels. Ya said ya could fit things up…up our…"

"Cloacas?"

"Yeah. That. And...I been wonderin', ever since then. About what it'd feel like." His face is red and he's most definitely avoiding eye contact.

It makes sense, now. Raph's asking him for sex. And not only that, but he's asking to bottom. Today feels like one massive acid trip. But he's getting droopy, as he likes to call it when he's on E. And when he's droopy he'd pretty much do anything, not that he'd say no to topping the usually aggressive and dominant Raph.

"Oh. Okay. I gotcha." Without preamble he slides on the floor and crawls in front of Raph. "Spread your legs for me."

Raph huffs, but does as told. "...Thanks. For bein' willing to show me."

Mikey giggles and scoots closer. "Anything for you." He caresses the insides of Raph's thighs to help him relax. This does the trick, because his tail naturally untucks itself from inside his shell. For some reason, he finds it funny. But laughing would make Raph angry, or self conscious, and that's the last feeling someone wants before getting fucked.

Unless its angry sex. He always liked it when Ronny got pissed off at him. He's going to have to explore that more later.

Mikey leans down and catches the tip of his tail in his mouth. He sucks gently, which causes Raph to churr softly. He sucks for a couple more moments before letting it drop from his lips. Mikey likes Raph's tail, it's puffy and cute. Which is strange because while Raph is incredibly sexy, he never thought he'd be calling him cute.

He leaves a trail of soft kisses on the tail, following the indent that's in the middle of it. Then he kisses the exposed skin beside his brother's slit, lavishing the skin with his tongue. Raph's soft churrs get more deeper, he's almost worried someone will hear them.

But being watched is kind of hot. Plus, they'll know that Raph belongs to him now. His precious older brother...his. But that's not exactly fair, is it? Mikey will never be Raph's because Mikey belongs to no one. But even so, it's a nice fantasy to have.

His musings are banished when he moves and dips down to lick a long stripe up his cloaca. Raph freezes at the touch but Mikey doesn't halt. The slow licks turn into fast lapping, and the sound of wet slurping fills up the room. It doesn't take long for Raph to drop down, his dick causing the slit to peel back and reveal a bit of what's inside. Depths that are waiting to be explored.

He ignores Raphs penis, instead choosing to dip his tongue down into the opening presented to him. It makes the other hiss, but Mikey doesn't hear it. All his can focus on is the taste, so unique and divine. It's almost like eating a girl out, except this tastes ten times better. His insides are like velvet, and they clamp down on his tongue in a delicious manner.

Pressure on the back of his head causes him to press his snout deeper onto Raph's slit. As a result, his tongue reaches new depths. He wriggles it around, prods at the most intimate parts of Raph with confidence only months of having sex can give you. Spit dribbles down his chin, and it drips down to form a small puddle on the ground. It also slides down Raph's thighs, making everything slippery and wet.

But the mess doesn't bother him. He just wants to taste more. He never wants to stop. This is the essence of his brother, he's bathing his tongue on it and filling his mouth with it.

"Mikey, Mike, put ya finger in there."

With how wrecked Raph sounds? He'd be cruel to deny him of anything. But his claws are too long for that. He doesn't want to hurt his brother.

Mikey pulls back and is elated to find multiple strings of saliva keeping them connected. "I can't, bro. I haven't clipped my nails."

The groan of frustration from Raph is incredibly hot. "Then put your dick in it!"

If he was in a better state of mind he would've told him no. He barely stopped himself from sliding a finger inside him. Raph needs more preparation, it's his first time. But, the floaty part of his mind chimes in, you didn't have any preparation your first time. Raph will be fine.

Mikey agrees with himself.

In his desperation, he didn't notice himself drop down. It saves him the trouble of having to stimulate himself enough to drop down. He stands up, spits in his hand, and gives himself a couple of hurried strokes.

"I'm gunna fuck you so good, Raphie." He slurs, angling his dick at Raph's entrance.

"Then stop chattin' about it and do it motherfucker."

Strong legs wrap around his waist and urge him forward. He doesn't have any choice but to press forwards into his brother's tight warmth. Both of them hiss at the feeling. Mikey has only topped a handful of times, but nobody could compare to what Raph makes him feel. It's the best thing he's ever experienced, he's not sure he's going to last for long.

He keeps pushing, and pushing, until he's flush against his brother.

"Does it hurt?" He asks after simply sitting there for a while, taking in the sensation of being inside his beloved Raphie.

"Ya tell me." He grunts out. The legs wrapped around his waist squeeze and tremble. "But ya said this'll feel good eventually, 'n I trust ya. So...move, damn it, or i'll make you."

Mikey laughs. Even while there's a dick shoved in him he still manages to be bossy and dominant. Another thing to love about his impossibly hotheaded brother. He rolls his hips, grinding into Raph with sensual and gentle movements.

He churrs, and Raph's parroting one is weaker but it's still sweet nonetheless. Slowly, he builds up a steady, but slow, pace. It's nothing like his first time, where Mikey was fucked so hard he thought he'd never recover. He wants this to be special for Raph, he wants it to feel good. And most importantly, he doesn't want Raph to regret his decision to come to Mikey.

Arms wrap around his shoulders and bring him close. It's hard, bending down at this angle with his shell, but when Mikey's lips touch Raph's it's more than worth it.

He's quickly becoming addicted to this, kissing Raph. Having sex with him. It feels different with him, gives him pleasure like he's never experienced. Is this what it's like, he wonders, to have sex with someone that deeply cares about you? That you deeply care about.

"I love you." He says against his lips. Raph groans in response. He's started to roll his hips into Mikey, seeking to draw him in even deeper now that the pain has ebbed away. Mikey pulls his lips away, and moves to kiss his cheek. And then his brow bone, and the edges of his masked eyes, the tip of his beak. He kisses his jawline, his chin, the corner of his lips. Showers him with affection, and love, and puts emotion into the motion of his body.

Raph clings, churrs growing stronger and stronger with every kiss places upon his face.

When Mikey comes, It's a calming force. It washes through his body gradually, instead of all at once, and maybe it's the drugs coursing through him that's making this experience feel magical, or maybe it's just being with Raph that does the trick. He doesn't care, really. He's never felt so good in his life and he hopes that Raphael feels the same way.

Halfway through his orgasm he snakes a hand between their plastrons and teases the purple tip of Raph's dick. That's all it takes for him to be swept away in the waves of pleasure, and together they are one. He collapses onto Raph, which causes the other to fall back onto the unmade bed. His legs stay firmly around his waist.

They breathe heavily, basking in the afterglow of their powerful orgasms.

"That was awesome, Raphie." He mumbles into his neck. Already, he's on the verge of passing out. His world feels cloudy, and he feels happy. At peace.

"Mhm." Raph grunts, too fucked out to properly respond.

They fall asleep like that, Mikey's cum leaking from Raph's cloaca. Next time, he thinks before the darkness envelopes him, I'm going to eat it out of him.

In the pink room, they sit side by side. Flowers grow around them, this time hydrangeas varying in colors. Mikey lets his hands brush atop the fluffy flowers, no longer bound by invisible chains.

It's pretty.

He looks at Mikey, a sad look on his face.

"Yer fading away." He says softly, like he's scared of the truth. "Yer gunna die, Mikey."

But Mikey isn't. He's quite content with it, actually.

I know, he thinks with a smile. Isn't it wonderful?