Mikey panted as he fell back on the mat, his muscles practically screaming for him to rest.

"Get up" Leo ordered, "Your form was terrible. That's why I was able to sweep your leg." Mikey glared at his brother from his spot on the floor. True to his word, Michelangelo had been forced to remain underground for the last three weeks, only allowed to leave when his brothers went on patrol. If he was completely honest with himself, being down in the Lair really wasn't that bad. Yeah, he couldn't go skating in the sewers, but other then that, it was actually nice to not have to go out.

What he hated was the part of his punishment that Leo 'forgot' to mention to him. After practice had ended at usual time the morning after Leo caught Mikey in the junkyard, Leo had called Mikey to stay behind while Don and Raph left to get breakfast. At first Mikey was confused, but when Leo explained that Mikey would also be taking part in an extra hour of training and another in meditation, he quickly realized that his brother was going to try his hardest to make him hate his punishment.

He was currently sparring with Leo after twenty minutes of having him slowly go through the motions of the same kata they had all just learned in practice. What made it even worse was that Leo wasn't being silent and calculating like usual in this sparring session. Oh no, EVERY single damn thing Mikey did wrong about executing a move was critiqued by the leader in blue, much to Michelangelo's annoyance.

"You need to lift your leg higher with the spinning back kick" he continued as he gave his brother a hand, "You need to have your heel at least at eye level in order to have the desired effect."

"Desired effect?" mimicked Mikey, "Dude, I still kicked you in the chest. I think that counts as a 'desired effect' or whatever the hell you wanna call it..." Leonardo frowned as he walked back and got into a ready stance. Mikey groaned before preparing for another round. The katana-wielder was still for a moment before charging his little brother. Mike was quick to tuck and roll to avoid the blow, stopping himself as he was still crouched before reaching back and kicking the bottom of Leo's carapace, knocking him slightly off balance. The youngest grinned as he quickly got up and ran to shove Leo down onto the mat.

Leo's recovery time was shorter than Mikey anticipated, however, and before Mikey could even touch the oldest, Leo had snatched his wrist and twisted. The result sent Mikey flinging around the mats as he tried to keep his balance. Leo gripped Mikey's other wrist before lifting a leg and kicking Mikey square in the chest. The sea green mutant gave a grunt before falling back onto his shell, Leo still having a firm grip on his wrists as he pinned him down. Mikey struggled to get out of Leonardo's hold, refusing to meet his brother's eyes and refusing to admit defeat.

The blue-banded turtle rose a nonexistent brow at the change in his brother's behavior. Usually Mikey would have tapped out before he would've kicked him. He could only deduct that his little sibling was trying harder out of frustration at him.

"Just tap out, Mikey" Leo almost ordered, "There's no way you can get out of this hold." Mikey growled as he continued to squirm and try to kick Leo off.

"No way, dude!" At some point, his eyes flickered up at the almost black ones staring down at him, causing him to pause in his struggle to get free. For some reason, a lump began to grow in Michelangelo's throat as he stared up at Leo's shadowing form. He didn't want to admit it, but he knew Leo really did have him pinned. It was expected when his brother was as skilled as he was.

What bothered Mikey, however, was just how much he really didn't mind that. Baby blue irises trailed down the bulges and creases of his brother's thick-corded neck to his collarbone. From there he ran his gaze over the almost perfectly sculpted look of Leo's arms and finally, his plastron. Michelangelo could tell by the rising and falling of the plated chest that his oldest brother was tired as well, but his eyes soon began to pick up on other things. Like all of the small nicks in his plastron from their enemies and the rough patches where shell had scraped against concrete and gravel.

The scent of sandalwood and sweat was prominent, but Mikey's sensitive nose was also able to pick up the faint smell of earth as well. It was Leonardo's natural musk, and it was making the orange-banded turtle dizzy.

"I take it you tap out?" The other's voice interrupted, ripping Mikey out of his imaginative state as he remembered that Leo was staring down at him. He couldn't seem to form words and just settled for slightly nodding his head. Leo stared down at Mike for a second longer before releasing his grip on the other and slowly standing up. Mikey didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until he finally managed to suck in another lungful of oxygen.

"Let's start the meditation session. I think we're done with training for today" Leo explained as he walked over to the cabinet in the corner of the dojo and grabbed a few candles. Mikey sat up and huffed as he tried to piece together what in the hell he had just been doing.

'Holy shit, I was totally undressing the dude with my eyes!' he screamed mentally as he slowly got up and went to grab the incense. Leo had already beat him to it, however, and was already starting to light the candles. Mikey huffed before reaching over to flip the light switch, killing the lights and leaving the two ninja engulfed in only the faint candlelight.

Leonardo finished setting up all of what was needed before motioning for his brother to come join him. Mikey was hesitant as he slowly trudged over to the other and sat down in the lotus position in the same fashion as his brother. He sat up to keep his back straight and placed a hand on either knee before closing his eyes and doing his best to calm down his breathing. Inhale...2...3...4. Hold...2...3...4. Exhale...2...3...4. Hold...2...3...4.

In Mikey's defense, for the first five minutes or so, he really WAS trying to concentrate. It was just...a lot harder than it looked. The scent of the sandalwood incense was invading his nose and his mind as images of Leonardo lurching over him flashed through his memory. Normally, having provocative images of his brother wasn't ideal for Mikey. But when he thought about the blue-banded turtle, another memory interrupted him- the memory of Donatello's voice as he described with incredible detail some of the fantasies he had about their leaf green sibling.

Michelangelo knew that he was lost when he began to chew on his lip at the thoughts he was having. Without really thinking, he slightly cracked one eye open to looked over at said sibling, who was sitting perfectly as he kept his eyes closed. Mikey's eyes gradually opened more and more until he was completely staring at Leonardo's statuette form.

How in the world could someone sit that still? The dude was like a statue. If it weren't for his very slight chest movement for breathing, Mikey would have thought he was dead. He looked like he was concentrating hard. The stern look on his face was just so...so serious. And Michelangelo hated serious.

But for some reason, the way that the skin crinkled in between Leo's eyes fascinated Mikey. He slowly unfolded his legs and crawled closer to the leader in blue's face. He was able to detect the small moles that occasionally dotted his brother's leaf green skin. Small bumps and creases spread all over his face and arms as well, a result of their mutation. It interested the orange banded ninja as his eyes ran over the imperfections on Leonardo's body. He may act all high and mighty because he was chosen to be the leader, but at the end of the day, Leo was just like Mikey and their other brothers. He still suffered wounds and strange anomalies in his skin. He had to do chores and small assignments. And like his brothers, Leonardo probably had urges that were a mix of human and turtle.

The thought of Leo being aroused in such a way created a few stray images in Mikey's mind. It didn't really bother him that Leo probably did that sort of thing, but he was concerned about just WHAT the eldest used as a means of arousal. His mind quickly went back to the tapes that Leo had taken the previous night. Had Leo already told Donnie? He had been acting normally towards him in practice, so that was out. Or maybe he had thrown the tapes away! The thought disappointed the hyperactive turtle. Those tapes were some of his favorite ones and the idea of them being gone forever upset him.

What of Leo had watched them? That question sparked a whole new situation and array of questions. If he did watch them, how did he react? Did he scoff and make faces of disgust? Did he just sit there with his jaw slacked in shock? ...Did he perhaps...enjoy them? What if he had done the same as Mikey had when he first watched them? What did he think of Donatello now? Would he send him away? Talk to him privately? Or maybe he would even start pursuing him just like Mikey!

The first thing he thought was that there was no way in shell he was gonna share! But...when he really thought about it...it didn't sound all that bad... Don had told Mikey through the tapes that he wanted all three of them. That meant that he'd accept them both. The prospect of having Donnie shared between was...sexy. A turn on, even. Michelangelo's overactive brain began to create scenarios of him, Leo, and Donnie together. Maybe even Raphael, if things turned out that way.

He was so lost in his own thoughts, that Michelangelo didn't notice that Leo was no longer meditating, his eyes open and looking at the younger mutant. He let out a yelp as he fell back, a fierce blush of embarrassment on his face as he sat up and looked at him brother.

"Geez, give me a heart attack, why don't ya!" He snapped as he placed a hand over his plastron where his heart was located.

"I'm not the one who couldn't pay attention" Leo said calmly as he looked down at the sea green turtle.

Mikey pouted slightly as he crossed his arms. "Can I go now? Meditation is soooo boring" he whined as he stuck his tongue out in disgust. The eldest watched him for a moment, an invisible brow raised in suspicion.

"...I suppose" he finally said, giving in to his brother's desires. The freckled teen quickly got up and quickly walked over to the door, his mouth sealed tight as his muscles tensed in embarrassment. He quickly closed the dojo door behind him and walked into the kitchen, leaving Leonardo alone.

The blue banded leader sighed as he rubbed his eyes in annoyance and looked down at the floor. Sleep had evaded him last night, his eyes staying locked at the foot of his bed, where a crate containing the tapes was located. Try as he might, the curiosity to know WHAT was on those tapes was already taking a toll on him. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and he was already pawning after the footage inside that crate.

"No" he whispered quietly to himself, "I will not invade my brother's privacy in such a way!" 'Like you're one to talk' his mind said as he assessed the situation. "It was just an accident. I didn't mean to..." 'Yes, you did. It was eating you alive and you just HAD to. And now look at you; punishing Michelangelo for the very same deed.'

Leo huffed as his mind continued to fight with itself. He needed to calm his thoughts. Blowing out the candles and the incense, Leo cleaned up the dojo and walked into the kitchen. The smell of his herbal tea invaded his nostrils as he noticed the kettle on the stove that was ready to scream and signal that it was done. Donatello was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee before looking up at him.

"Hey" he said with a soft smile, "Your tea's almost ready." Leonardo simply nodded and walked over to grab a cup and take the kettle off of the flame as it screamed. Donatello watched his brother's movements before sipping his coffee again. So Leo was acting strange as well...

"Mikey was acting pretty weird when he left the dojo" the genius said casually, "He looked like he was waiting for someone to come up behind him and chop his head off or something..." The leader simply nodded as he poured the tea into a cup and began to take small sips. Don huffed in annoyance. "Do YOU know why he might be acting like this?" Leo swallowed the last of the tea before placing the cup in the sink and nodding to Don.

"Thank you for making the tea. It was delicious" he said before turning on his heel and leaving the genius frustrated and confused.

It had been five weeks now and Mikey was about ready to strangle Leo. He couldn't get a moments peace since this stupid punishment started. He grew more irritated around others and just gave Leonardo harsh glares over the kitchen table, in the hallway, on patrol, and of course, in the dojo.

He wasn't able to face Donnie since Leo had caught him and it was driving him crazy to not be around him. He missed listening to the tech-savvy genius ramble on about his projects. He missed watching him chew on that old DS stylus. And he missed talking to him about every little thing on his mind. Mikey was starting to become jealous of Raphael since the hothead was able to spend a lot of time with Donnie. Why did everybody suddenly care about what Donnie did or was doing?! It was frustrating for the youngest ninja.

He was currently sitting on the couch, playing Mario Kart with some online friends. Leo was spending time with Master Splinter, meaning that Mikey could finally get some leisure time. His Yoshi avatar had just beaten Wario for second place when Raphael walked into the den and sat down next to the orange-banded mutant.

"Off" he said as he grabbed the TV remote. Mikey rose a brow at him before turning back to his game.

"No way, dude. I haven't played in forever and I'm so close to catching up with PixelStix13" he said as he shot the Toad avatar with a red shell.

"Don't care. Reguritator n Lizardface are havin' a match in five minutes, n'ya know I gotta watch it. Turn off yer game" the hothead retorted. Mikey growled and furiously worked the controller as he raced neck and neck with PixelStix13. Raphael huffed and got up, pushing the power button on the XBox console and turning the TV back to cable.

"DUDE! WHAT THE HELL?! I WAS ALMOST IN FIRST!" Mikey snapped angrily at his older brother.

"Ya play too many of dem games, Mikey. Yer brain's gonna rot."

"I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DO WHAT I WANTED TO DO FOR WEEKS NOW! IF I WANT TO PLAY XBOX, THEN DAMMIT, I'M GONNA PLAY XBOX!" he growled as he stood up and glared at Raphael with a tone of hostility.

"Calm down, knucklehead. S'just a video game" Raph said as he frowned at the youngest. Michelangelo gritted his teeth.

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!" he snapped as he stamped over to Raphael and poked him in the chest, "YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I'M YOUNGER THAT YOU CAN PUSH ME AROUND?! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO DO ANYTHING I'VE WANTED FOREVER AND I WILL NOT LET YOU SPOIL THIS FOR ME!" Raphael's eyes glared daggers into Mikey's.

"Get yer mitts offa me. NOW" he warned as he grit his teeth in irritation.

Sharp baby blue eyes peered at him menacingly. "How about you make me, hothead?" Raphael growled and tackled Mikey, throwing the two of them onto the floor. Mikey snarled as he fought against his overpowering brother. He kicked Raph in the back of the knee, forcing out a yelp of pain from the bigger turtle. Mike quickly grabbed at Raph's neck, shoving him down onto the concrete floor and pinning him there. They continued to wrestle until Mikey finally had Raphael in a firm hold.

"Every day its 'Mikey, come do this kata again. Mikey, clean up the kitchen even though that isn't your chore this week. Mikey, you should work on your stances instead of reading comics'!" He growled as they fought against each other. "Who does he think he is to just stop my life?! No one knew until he started poking around! Bastard thinks that just because I had some tapes that he completely owns me!"

His screams caused Raph to falter. "Tapes?" He grunted as he looked up at Mikey in confusion, "What tapes?" Michelangelo's eyes widened as he stared at the emerald green ninja for a moment. He suddenly let go of Raphael and stood up abruptly.

"Nothing. Never mind. Watch your stupid wrestling" he growled as he turned on his heel and stormed up into his room. Raphael stood up and made a move to go see what was wrong with his brother, but the sound of a door sweeping opened stopped him from doing so.

"What is going on? I can hear you both from Sensei's room" Leonardo said as he frowned at Raphael. The hothead looked at him for a moment before looking back up at where Mikey had stormed off to.

"Nuthin" he mumbled, "Fuck off, Leo." The leader a blue made a face as if he was going to retort, but he caught the look on his brother's face and decided against it. Without a word, he shut the door, leaving Raphael alone in the living room.

Dinner was quiet as usual. Splinter had a bad day and was bed ridden as a result. Raphael avoided eye contact with Leo and Mikey as he poked at his chicken. Donatello was shying away from him too, but Raph wasn't sure why. Weren't they getting along just a few days ago? He huffed and stood up, cleaning his plate and walking out to the den. He grabbed a few of his bike magazines that he had just gotten from April and headed upstairs, not even bothering to look back at his brothers.

He locked his door before lying down in his hammock and holding up the first of his many magazines. Why in the world was everybody avoiding each other all of a sudden? He knew from a talk with Donatello that Mikey and Leo were acting strange, but why did they suddenly act that way towards him as well? And Donnie too? What was happening that his brothers weren't telling him about? He hated feeling excluded from his brothers, no matter how crazy they may drive him sometimes.

For the next few hours, Raphael sat and read, oogling the pictures of tricked out motorcycles and engines. Some of these gear parts could really make the Shellcycle purr...

'Wonder if dis has somethin' ta do wit Mikey's lil temper tantrum earlier' Raph thought to himself as he flipped through the pages. It did explain why he was avoiding Raph. But what about Leo? He had been quiet around Raphael as well. 'He did act kinda strange when he tried ta check on me n'Mikey...'

Why did Raph suddenly care? He avoided his brothers all the time. Why should he be upset when they do the same?

'Cause dey don't avoid people to solve der problems...' Raph groaned as he tossed the magazine away, too deep in his thoughts to be distracted by the motorcycles. 'Da knucklehead's neva blown up like dat before' he thought, 'What coulda pissed him off so much anyway?'

He recalled Mikey saying something about not getting to do what he wanted and something about tapes. The question was, how in the hell did those two statements fit together? Raphael had to know.

With a sense of determination, Raphael got up and walked out the door, ignoring the alarm clock that blinked 11:34. He quietly made his way to the youngest's door and placed his hand on the doorknob. The handle jiggle slightly but didn't move. Locked. Raph huffed and pulled out a sai, shoving it into the lock and undoing it. He then opened the door and walked inside.

"Mikey, I wanna talk to ya bout earlier an-" He froze in the middle of his sentence at the sight in front of him. Michelangelo was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs spread and dick out, his hands wrapped around its girth. The sea green mutant's eyes were wide as saucers and his pupils the size of pinheads as he stared back at Raphael. A sound of pleasurable moaning drew Raph's attention to the small television on Mikey's dresser. There on the screen was a panting and squirming Donatello, sitting on a cot with what looked like a vibrator brushing against his tail.

Everything froze as the hothead processed what he was seeing. Both turtles were silent, with the only sound being the moaning Donatello on the screen. Golden eyes blinked in shock, flickering between Mikey and the TV.

"Wh...Wha?" He mumbled out dumbly. Michelangelo jumped up suddenly and ran to the door, closing it and locking it. Raph watched him do this, noting that he still was sporting a huge hard-on while doing so. The young male stared at his older brother fearfully.

"Before you say anything, let me explain" he stuttered out.

"Explain?" The hothead said as he pointed back the screen, "Yer tellin' me dat dere's n'excuse fer dat?!" Mikey shushed him harshly as he ran over and stopped the video, a tape popping out of the VCR. Raph's eyes widened at the sight of the tape. "Is dat da tape ya was talkin' bout earlier?"

"Be quiet!" Mikey whispered harshly, "If Leo finds out that he doesn't have all of them, he'll start my punishment all over again and double it for good measure!"

"What punishment? Whaddya mean 'all of dem'? Mikey, ya betta start givin' me some answers right now! Startin' wit WHY yer jerkin' off ta our brotha!" Michelangelo stared at him for a moment before sighing and nodding his head.

"Okay" he said softly, "...Okay..."

Over the next hour, Mikey explained everything to Raphael. Everything down to the last gritty detail. While Raphael listened, his eyes would flicker down to the tape sitting on the edge of the bed. As Mikey told him the contents of the film inside, his curiosity grew and grew. But why?

It seemed strange and rather foolish to have such a tape in existence. Were Donatello's feelings so immense that he had to go so far as to tape himself acting out kinks and fantasies of his? Donatello...

So much of the lanky turtle's behavior made so much more sense now. The awkward looks, the lingering touches, the stuttering conversations. Now that his feelings were out in the open, Raphael felt so guilty for not noticing them. True, he was not the most empathetic of his brothers, but he of all people knew what it felt like to have to hide secrets from his family. Apparently Mikey knew the feeling too.

"So now I've been doing extra training and meditation for over a month now and it driving me crazy" Mikey groaned as he concluded his explanation. Raph blinked at him before speaking.

"So...he's got...how many did ya say?"

"Thirteen."

"Thirteen? ...Damn" the emerald ninja mumbled quietly as he looked down at the tape. Mikey followed Raph's line of vision and felt the faintest of smiles cross his lips. It seemed that the tapes were capable of catching EVERYONE'S attention.

"Yeah" Mike said as he crawled over and grabbed the tape, handing it to Raph, "He's a total nympho, dude. You should see some of the stuff he's into." Raphael read the discrete label on the front and looked over the casing. Mikey bit his lip slightly as a thought struck him. "Hey Raphie" he said in a soft and quiet voice, "...Wanna watch it?"

Golden eyes widened as a blush erupted on his face. "Whaddya mean 'watch it'?!"

Mikey scooted just a little bit closer and placed a hand on the tape. "I mean let's watch it. Together." He waited a moment for Raph to process the idea. "We've watched human porn before. Why is this any different?"

"All dos people were humans, Mikey. But dis...d-dis is Donnie..." Raphael stuttered as his face became beet red. He was curious. There was no doubt about that. But this was a private video diary of Donatello's feelings for them all.

"Did I mention how he seems to favor saying YOUR name when he does some of the harder stuff?~" his brother purred out as he plucked the tape from Raph's hands. Raphael was quiet as he looked down at the tape and over to the TV. Did he really? The prospect of hearing Donatello call out his name in such a vulnerable position was so tempting...

"..." Raph slowly nodded before looking away, a severe blush on his face. Mikey grinned at his brother's willingness to see what he had stumbled upon months ago. He crawled over to the TV and popped the tape back into the VCR, mashing the record button so that his brother could see it from start to finish. A small part of him was still paranoid that Raphael would run out of the room at any moment and tell Leonardo what he was doing.

Raphael was fidgeting in place as he waited for the video to start. Mikey turned to smirk at him and wave him over, causing the red ninja's blush to darken and his pulse to heighten greatly. Rolling his eyes, Mikey grabbed Raphael's wrist and tugged him over until he was at the edge of the bed.

"Ready?" He asked with a grin as Raph sat down, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Jus' hurry up n'play it before I change my mind" he mumbled as he shuffled around the mattress. With a small shrug, Mikey pushed the play button and the video began.

An image of the lab appeared as Donatello appeared to be messing with the camera. The image shook as the brainiac adjusted the recorder before finally stopping. Olive green lips stretched into a smile as Donatello stepped back to admire his handy work. He cleared his throat before he began to speak.

"While ordinary toys have been quite successful with stimulation, I have come to develop a new means of physical pleasure" Donatello said before he grabbed a box and opened it, revealing the small vibrator inside. "I was finally able to acquire a vibrating unit that was simple to insert into a sterile toy. This will be the first experiment with my newest upgrade." Raphael's eyes widened as he watched Donatello shift the camera again towards a cot in the lab this time.

"He always does that" Mikey said with a hint of confusion in his tone, "Why does he bother setting up the camera to talk for one second if he has to move it so that he can record the good stuff?" The red-banded mutant rose a brow at Mikey before the sounds of the cot creaking got his attention. He turned back the TV to see Donatello crawling into the same position he was in when Raph had first walked in on Mikey. Don sat back on his rear and lifted his legs up as he spread them and dropped his tail.

From a young age, Splinter had taught them to tuck in their tails and to keep them private such as they did their other parts, so it was a bit of a shock for Raphael to be seeing Donatello displaying his in such a manner. It wiggled a bit in eagerness for what was to come. Donatello bit his lips as he turned on the vibrating dildo to the lowest setting that he could manage. Taking a deep breath, he brought the tip of it down to his tail and brushed the toy against it. A mixture of a gasp and a churr escaped Donatello's lips as the vibrations were sent racing through his tail and up his spine, leaving him tingling with pleasure.

Raphael held his breath when the first recorded moan could be heard. He was churring. Donatello was churring. His friend, his younger brother, was CHURRING!

And it sounded beautiful. Hearing the creamy textures tone of the genius' voice letting out sounds that were all but forbidden in their home seemed to flip a switch for Raphael. All of a sudden, he didn't think that these videos, the way that Mikey was reacting to them, were completely disturbing. Deep chocolate eyes rolled back as white gapped teeth bit at an olive bottom lip, restraining another moan that threatened to escape. Raphael's heart began to beat faster as he watched Donnie pleasure himself.

"Kinda disappointed that this was one of the only ones I was able to keep" Mikey said, interrupting Raphael's train of thought, "He has a couple where he talks through a fantasy of his. I especially liked the one with Leo and I pegging him in the junkyard~" Such talk would normally shock and disgust the older one. Hell, it was SUPPOSED to disgust him. But he just couldn't find it in him to find it as disturbing as he did ten minutes ago. Michelangelo's sagging length was now beginning to regain its former state, causing the other to shift slightly in his seat.

His eyes flickered up to Raphael. It seemed like he was too immersed in Donnie's little home movie to pay him any attention. If he wasn't facing a problem of his own, he would have made a comment about how fast the image of Donatello masturbating got his brother's attention. making sure that Raphael was indeed not paying attention, Michelangelo gripped his length and began to stroke it in time with the movement of the vibrator against Don's tail.

The thin mutant was panting now, a slight glint of sweat now visible on his forehead as he quickened his pace. His slight moans and purrs soon morphed into full-out churring and groaning. His little tail was twisting madly now as if it had a mind of its own, unsure of whether it enjoyed the pleasure or not. The sight was, dare Raph say it, arousing. His mouth suddenly became dry and he tried desperately to moisten it, swallowing harshly and licking his now chapped lips. He could feel an intinctual sound beginning to grow in the pit of his stomach as he watched the lanky turtle melt into a pile of goo on the cot.

Raphael could hear the sound already beginning to erupt from his younger brother next to him. He snuck a glance and was honestly not surprised to see Mikey beatin' it off again. He wouldn't lie and say that what was playing right now wasn't arousing in the slightest. He could feel his lower plastron beginning to tighten as well, now that he thought about it. Raphael bit his lip as the slight bulge began to protrude more and more, causing his shell to feel tighter and tighter.

Michelangelo bit back a loud churr as he watched Donatello come closer and closer to orgasm. Just watching Don before had already gotten him about halfway there before he had started. A small whine managed to leave his throat as he rubbed the tip of his erection. He snuck a peek down to the swollen organ and shuddered at the sight of the clear fluids already leaking out. His eyes continued to look over his length before they began to wander a bit. He watched his thumbs as they moved rhythmically over his cock. Soon he was staring at the quilted pattern on the blanket he and his brother sat on. And before he knew it, he was looking over Raphael, his eyes quickly catching his erection.

A sly smile appeared on his face as an idea began to form inside his mind. Gently taking his hands off off his own length, Mikey adjusted himself in his seat and scooted only about an inch or so closer to his ill-tempered brother.

"You don't get stuff THIS good with pay per view, huh?" Mikey asked quietly as Donatello finally reached his orgasm. His eyes inspected everything that hinted at Raphael's reaction to his question. The other mutant squirmed slightly in his seat before shrugging slightly.

"Sure" he mumbled as he became hypnotized with the picture of their genius brother in post-orgasmic bliss. Mikey had to bite his tongue to refrain from letting out a giggle at how brain dead Raph was acting. And the Donnie on the TV was the one who just had an orgasm! He moved a little bit closer to Raph and smiled almost evilly.

"You ever wonder if we should do that?" he asked softly as he leaned towards the other, "Turn to each other when we get lonely? I could see it happening with Donnie for sure. Maybe even you, Raphie~" Raphael twitched slightly as he grew even harder at the idea of jumping into that TV screen and being with Donatello for real. He was so entranced by the idea that he didn't notice the sea green fingers moving closer and closer to his thighs. "Who know?" Mikey continued, "We might be able to have that kind of attention sooner than we thought…"

Mikey slowly brushed a finger over Raphael's thigh, sending a series of shivers up the other's spine. Raph's attention was taken away as Mikey did it again, this time moving a bit closer to where thigh met plastron.

"Mikey…What're ya doin'?" he asked quietly, confused but making little to no effort to stop him. Baby blue eyes looked up to meet hypnotic green. Another smile spread across Mikey's face as he dared to brush his finger against the slit in his brother's plastron where their more private parts were located. A small gasp escaped Raphael this time as he gripped the sheets tight.

"Don't you get it?" Mikey asked, giving him a look that said that the answer should be obvious. "Donatello has given us a choice, Raphie. A choice to not be alone the rest of our lives. To finally have to kind of connection we all have craved for for years now. He's given us the opportunity for love." As he spoke, he continued to rub a single fingertip over the bulging slit in Raphael's lower plates.

"Ya know dat...dat I could smack ya in da face right now n'tell Leo what yer doin', right?" he said to bluff the other. Michelangelo's smile only widened as he finally felt the throbbing length drop down into his hand.

"I know" he said as he gripped the hardened length and pumped it once. He leaned forward slightly to whisper in his ear, "But you won't~"