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Four days.
Ninety-six hours.
Five thousand seven hundred sixty minutes.
Leonardo did the math quickly in his head and sighed at the result. Four days had gone by since the shower incident and Raphael still refused to speak to him. It had to be some kind of record for the hothead. Sure, they had given each other the silent treatment plenty of times in the past, but never for this long. Raph usually snapped before a full day passed and all his rage would come rushing out in thunderous shouts which Leo countered with equal volume.
Not this time.
This time Raph's choice of communication was total avoidance. Except when they were training under Splinter's instruction or dining with the rest of the family, the emerald turtle had made every effort to evade Leo. During the day, Raph stayed shut up in his room. At night, he slipped out of the lair presumably to meet up with Casey so the two could go play vigilante.
For some reason, this annoyed Leo more than it usually did. While he had never been overly fond of Casey, Leo did consider him a friend. So why did he suddenly hate the dark-haired human for being the person that Raph always ran to?
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the leader pulled aside the binding on his left wrist to look at his watch. Another sigh escaped him. Five thousand seven hundred sixty-three minutes.
No one else seemed worried by Raph's self-imposed isolation. They all assumed he was just in one of his moods and deemed it wise to give him a wide berth. Their lack of concern was something of a relief for Leo. He sure as shell didn't want them finding out what was really going on.
Thankfully, Donatello hadn't questioned him again. That was probably because the genius was busy with a new project. Until it was finished, Donnie would be too distracted to focus on anything else. For that, Leo was grateful. It gave him a couple of days to prepare himself for the next interrogation and figure out a better lie to cover up the fact that he was sleeping with Raphael.
Was being the operative word here.
Seeing as how they weren't speaking at the moment, sex wasn't happening either. Leo thought he'd enjoy the respite, but he thought wrong. It was slowly driving him insane.
Every night, his bed had remained cold and empty. Sleep was broken and unsatisfying. What little rest he did get was full of vivid dreams that Leo awoke from with his cock hard and aching beneath his plastron. Dark circles had formed beneath his eyes and cold showers had become a morning necessity. Tired, frustrated, and miserable Leo had decided enough was enough. He was not going to spend another night alone.
Which explained why he was currently stationed in a dark corner of Raphael's room waiting for his brother to return.
It had taken some minor planning. Whilst the four turtles were cleaning up after the evening meal, Leonardo had casually asked Donnie if he wanted to go on a training run. As expected, the family scientist had declined and scuttled off to his beloved lab. The eldest had then offered the same to Michelangelo who rarely partook in any training that wasn't mandatory. Mikey had rattled off a number of excuses for staying home and promptly ran out of the room. Shrugging, Leo had exited the kitchen, fully aware of Raph's eyes on him as he walked away. Without looking back, he stepped outside of the lair and into the sewers.
His venture into the tunnels was short. About a half-mile in, he used a different route to double back and positioned himself out of sight on top of one of the large pipes that ran overhead so that he could watch the entrance of the lair. Sure enough, Raph emerged a few minutes later and sprinted off to the right, no doubt taking advantage of the fact that the leader wasn't around to stop him from going topside. Leo lingered long enough to guarantee that the hothead was truly gone before slipping back inside. His remaining brothers were completely oblivious to his return and he had been able to sneak into Raph's room unnoticed.
Five thousand seven hundred sixty-nine minutes.
April had called earlier. She had been attempting to contact Donnie, but the purple-banded turtle had absentmindedly left his phone by the coffeepot. Leo just happened to be nearby when it started ringing and answered for him. As he journeyed to the lab to pass the phone onto Don, April gave him an earful about letting Raph steal her husband's attention for the last three nights. Leo had apologized, but he was smiling inwardly as he handed the device to his sibling. If April was already this peeved, there was no way Casey would be allowed out to play for a fourth night. Without his buddy, Raph would probably return home pouting as long as he believed that his oldest brother wouldn't be there.
Any moment now…
Leonardo was about to check the time again when the bedroom door swung open. He pressed back into the corner and watched as Raph entered. Quickly slamming the door shut, the sai-wielder twisted the dead-bolt before stomping over to his hammock. Flopping into the fabric, he jostled around for a bit until he was comfortably situated with his hands behind his head. Leo observed Raph as he rocked himself back and forth. After several seconds passed, the eldest turtle took a deep breath and stepped out of the shadows.
Five thousand seven hundred seventy-seven minutes.
"Shit!" Raphael swore as his brother materialized seemingly out of nowhere. The canvas bed teetered dangerously as he bolted upright into a sitting position. His startled expression soon morphed into one of anger. "What the FUCK are ya doin' in here?!"
"We need to talk," Leo said calmly as he approached the hammock.
"What the hell for?"
"You know what for."
"If yer talking 'bout ya shoving my ass ta the ground and running away the other day, ya can forget it!" Raph growled, swinging his legs over the side of the hammock. He pointed towards the door. "Get the fuck out!"
"I didn't run away," Leo denied, blocking his brother so that he couldn't stand.
"Bullshit!" the hothead snapped, glaring up at the other turtle. "Ya turned tail the second ya realized we weren't alone!"
"What was else was I supposed to do? Mikey was about to walk in on us!"
"So?!"
"So?" the katana-wielder repeated incredulously. "Were you prepared to handle what would have happened if he did? I sure wasn't!"
"Thought ya was the turtle who always had a plan!" Raph sneered. "I guess the fearless leader is losing his touch!"
"Having one of our brothers catch us doing it in the shower is not exactly how I would want them to find out about us!"
"Ya mean ya don't want them ta find out at all!"
"In case you forgot, Raphael," Leo said through clenched teeth, "you agreed that it would be best not to let them know."
"No, I did not forget, Leonardo," Raph shot back. Still scowling, he hung his arms over the edge of canvas as he settled back into his hammock. "Ain't ya noticed that I've been playin' by yer rules ever since YOU started this whole thing?"
The truth of his brother's words caused the leader to fall silent. Hands hanging at his sides, his fingers curled into tight fists. He struggled to keep hold of his self-control, but the tempting way Raph's body was displayed before him was fast distracting him from his anger. Instead, it reminded him of what he had been deprived of for four days. With an extreme amount of effort, he forced himself to focus.
"You're mad about having to follow rules? Wow. There's a big surprise," Leo said sarcastically.
"I'm mad," Raph rebutted, his features dark, "about ya runnin' outta there without so much as a 'sorry' and refusin' ta open yer door after I followed ya out!"
"I was getting dressed!"
"Tch…yer so full of shit…ya just didn't want ta talk about what happened!"
Leonardo's eyes narrowed in angry disbelief. "I didn't want to talk?" Raising one hand he pointed an accusing finger at his brother. "You were the one ignoring me! You were the one shutting yourself in your room all day! You were the one spending every night…" A disgusted look crossed his face as he spat out the last couple of words. "…with Casey!"
Raphael studied his brother for a moment before his mouth curled into a smirk. "Jealous much, Fearless?"
The elder turtle was livid. In a flash, he had moved forward and grabbed the other by the shoulders. Leaning down, he locked eyes with Raph.
"I am not jealous!" Leo declared ferociously. "You want an apology? Fine."
The hothead didn't even have a chance to respond before his brother closed the gap between them. Leo kissed him hard, sucking almost desperately at his bottom lip. Raph stared at his brother as his mouth was assaulted, surprised by the sinister shine of the eyes that looked back at him. The lustful gaze and boldness of the move released a cluster of butterflies in his stomach. Just as he was about to be overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, Leo pulled away.
"I'm sorry, Raphael. Let me make it up to you," the leader offered huskily.
He watched Raph's face for a moment, glad to see that the anger sparking in those golden irises had dulled completely. The darker mutant said nothing, but quirked an eye ridge curiously. Leo kissed him again, waiting a few seconds before forcing his tongue past the barrier of lips. After a teasing swipe at the other tongue, he retreated. In quick succession, Leo pressed his mouth to Raph's cheek, his neck, his shoulder, and his collarbone. Thus began the journey downward.
Slowly lowering himself to his knees, the katana-wielder trailed his lips down the center line of his brother's plastron. The strip of worn leather belted around the emerald turtle's waist loosened and fell away as Leo freed the knot. His hands slid down to Raph's thighs to ease the muscular legs further apart. Keeping his gaze focused on his brother's face, Leo brought his beak close to the hothead's groin.
Raph choked back a gasp when Leo's tongue painted a wet stipe over his lower plastron. Goosebumps erupted across his skin as leaf-green hands massaged at his thighs. Already he could feel excitement building beneath his shell. His hips shifted forward, an indication that the leader should proceed.
Leo sucked at the slit that kept his brother's cock hidden from view. He continued to tease the opening with his tongue, grinning when a bulge began to inflate beneath his mouth. His fingers tugged at Raph's knee pads which were cast aside once they slipped off. Lifting his lips, Leo ran a thumb over the swollen plastron in front of him and began pressing the digit into space where the two halves of cartilage met. A few strokes was all it took. With a grunt, Raph released his hardening member from its home.
The sai-wielder watched as fingers encircled his erection. Slowly, they slid down to the base and then back up. The action was repeated twice more before the hand paused. Growling lowly, Raph frowned at his brother.
A chuckle of delight escaped the leader. While his fingers softly squeezed Raph's stiff flesh, he placed a gentle kiss to the tip. Raph's cock twitched in his hand. Tentatively, Leo snaked his tongue out to lick at the same spot, making his brother spasm again. Dragging his tongue from tip to base, the elder turtle reached for the other's tail and curled it between his fingers. Leo heard the sharp intake of breath his brother took and smiled. A drop of precome dribbled from Raph's dick. With a flick of his tongue, Leo wiped it away before wrapping his lips around the tip of his brother's swollen member.
Raphael gave a hum of approval as he was encased in wet warmth. The hothead's fingers gripped the edges of the hammock tightly as his brother's mouth repeatedly advanced and retreated, taking him deeper each time. His head flopped back as a strong tongue began to undulate along the underside of his thick shaft. Toes pressing hard against the stones of the bedroom floor, Raph failed to suppress a groan of pleasure.
As Leonardo continued his task, an emerald-colored hand reached out to cup the side of his face. Its thumb gently brushed his cheek while another hand tangled in the tails of his mask. Together, the two appendages guided him further down until Raph's dick bumped against the back of his throat. Held in place, the blue-banded turtle steadied himself by gripping a pair of powerful thighs as the first of many shallow thrusts moved him.
Face flushed, Raph fucked his brother's mouth slowly. He was enjoying himself immensely as lips, tongue, and teeth teased his cock alternatively. Since beginning, Leo's eyes had not left him at all – a fact that the younger turtle found to be quite thrilling. He tried his best to hold his brother's gaze as his hips moved, but bliss had him squeezing his eyes shut as the pressure in his groin approached its limit.
"Leo…nnghh…" Raph grunted.
It was all the warning the leader received before a white, hot load was emptied into his mouth. Trying not to choke, he dutifully swallowed Raph's delivery. The hands holding him had loosened and Leo pulled back to set free the organ in his mouth. As he gasped for breath, his tongue darted out to clean the globs of semen attempting to trickle down his chin. Having satisfied his brother, Leo's thoughts turned to his own needs and his eyes fell to Raph's tail. With a grin, he leaned forward one more time and ran his tongue along the appendage straight to his brother's entrance.
Still coming down from his orgasmic high, it took Raph a full minute to realize that Leo's mouth had relocated and anther two minutes to realize where. His breathing hitched as the elder's tongue probed deeper. Glancing down, the redness of his face intensified as he visually confirmed what was being done.
"L-Leo…?" the sai-wielder panted.
"Hmmm?" came Leonardo's muffled response.
Raph groaned as fingers gave attention to his tail. "Fuck, Leo…don't stop…"
From his free hand, Leo lifted a finger and brought it close to his beak. Slipping it through the side of his mouth, he began to press the spit-slicked digit through the ring of muscle guarding his brother's entrance. Carefully, both finger and tongue worked to stretch the hothead.
Thanks to the close proximity, Leo's nose was flooded with the other turtle's musky scent. It made the swordsman painfully aware of how tight his shell was when trying to contain an aroused member. Without pause, he allowed his dick to drop down. Abandoning Raph's tail, he began to stroke himself to a full erection. Unable to wait any longer, Leo deemed his brother loose enough and pulled free.
The red-banded turtle issued another growl as he felt finger and tongue leave him. Eyes flashing, he watched his brother stand up. He fell silent as he spied the glistening cock Leo held in hand.
"Ya got something else fer me, Fearless?" Raph questioned as he draped his arms back over his hammock again.
"I do," Leo replied straight-faced.
Raph laughed lowly as his brother edged closer to his hammock. Even with his weight, the bed hung near Leo's hips. The older turtle released his cock so that he could grab hold of Raph's legs. Lifting them, Leo forced the limbs to wrap around his waist.
"Thought ya didn't wanna try hammock sex?" Raph recalled as his brother situated him.
"I changed my mind," Leo stated coolly while directing his dick towards Raph's readied rear. "Do you have a problem with that?"
The hothead grinned. "Not at all."
Leonardo didn't offer a verbal response, but instead pressed into his partner. Raphael grunted as he was breached and watched his brother slowly drive in deep. He could feel himself growing harder again the further Leo penetrated.
The leader barely hesitated to allow Raph time to adjust. Grabbing his sibling's hips, he almost pulled out completely before he slammed his cock back in. The force of the thrust drew a gasp from Raph as he was rocked in his hammock. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and braced for the ride.
It didn't take long for Leonardo to find the bundle of nerves buried inside his brother. Not more than four thrusts later, he struck Raph's prostrate full on. The hothead moaned, his cock fully alert now. With one hand, he reached down to rub his needy member, coating it with the fresh batch of precome that leaked from the tip. Each thrust from his brother sent him swinging wildly and he tried desperately to make his hand mimic the rhythm.
Mouth hanging open, Leo sucked in air as he moved his hips. Sweat rolled off his hot skin and he could feel the heat burning his cheeks. The way the canvas material brushed against his thighs was strangely erotic and tremors of pleasure raced down his spine. This was better than he remembered…this was ecstasy…
Raphael could no longer handle the abuse his prostrate was receiving. Biting his lip, he came for the second time that night, spattering both Leo and himself. Seeing his little brother explode brought Leo close to his peak. The tight friction on his cock as he thrust twice more sent him over the edge. Moaning, he released his seed.
The spent turtles stared at one another as their breathing normalized. After a few minutes, Leo pulled free of his brother and stood on shaky legs. Just as he thought he was about to fall over, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him into the hammock.
From experience, Raphael was able to maneuver without tipping them out. His arrangement place them side by side, rocking gently from all the movement. Again, Raph cupped Leo's face. Lifting it, he kissed the leader softly and then harder as Leo kissed back. Limbs tangled and bodies pressed together, their tongues swiped at each other lazily.
"Don't think ya can suck me and fuck me ta get out of trouble every time ya mess up," Raph warned suddenly, pulling back to look at his lover.
Leo chuckled nervously. "Does that mean I'm off the hook for now?"
The hothead was silent for a moment as he contemplated a decision. A lecherous grin spread across his face. Without warning, he rolled them until Leo was pinned beneath him. The hammock swayed as Raph settled on top.
"I ain't even close ta forgivin' ya, Fearless," he announced seductively. Slowly, his hand inched towards his brother's groin. "Ya got a whole lot of makin' up ta do yet."
There was a renewed throb between Leo's legs as Raph's lips latched onto his again. He had missed Raph, he couldn't deny that. But even as his body submitted to the younger male, his mind protested loudly and he was filled with self-hate.
He should have stayed away.
Their fight would have been the perfect opportunity for him to end this.
What they were doing was wrong. He knew that now just like he had known it then.
Which made him wonder for the thousandth time how he could have let this get started at all….