A.N: Ring the bells, praise the gods! I come with an update! Wow I suck. But hey, if it's any consolation I seem to have broken my writer's block with this! I admit, I was in two minds about completing this story. Looking back on it, it was just full of swearwords with a side order of plot haha. You will see that my writing style has altered (certainly in Raph's case), but hopefully for the better! The next chapter may be the last, I'm not sure yet. We'll see. I hope you enjoy the latest instalment and that it's not a disappointment! Many thanks for sticking it out this far!

My Enemies Aren't the Ones I Fear

Chapter Seven

Raphael's P.O.V

It was quiet, too damn quiet. It was as if our voices had died along with Master Splinter, and I sure as hell didn't like it. It wasn't for my lack of trying either. Don had immersed himself with his darn contraptions. Mikey was doing enough cooking and baking to feed the entire Foot Clan. And Leo? Well, that dickhead was almost going about life as if nothing had changed.

Except he wouldn't say one damn word to me. Nothing. Not even a hello or a goodbye. It was as if I didn't even exist, and to say it was pissing me off was a humongous understatement. I'd tried everything. A nice simple conversation, a full blown argument, even a sly kiss or two. And he completely brushed me off, didn't even acknowledge I was there.

Things have been hard since we lost Sensei. But they're getting easier day by day. For me, at least, I dunno about the others. It's not like it hurts any less, but I can cope a bit better each time. We buried him three weeks ago, up at Casey's farm. That was nice. Is nice the wrong word? How can a funeral be nice? Well, it was...calming. It helped, anyway. Closure, I guess.

I wanted to tell him about me and Leo, what there is between us. Or was. God knows what's happened to it. But I couldn't. He was praising me, and thanking me, right there as he was kicking it. I couldn't bring myself to ruin that. I never got it much, it was always the younger two he saved his pride for. Hearing him say he was proud of me was the best thing I'd ever heard. I couldn't destroy that.

So he died not knowing, which is best I guess. Ignorance is bliss and all that shit. It's better that way, if you ask me. Sure, we'll never know what he thought about it, but we wouldn't risk that image he had of us. Although Splinter could be a pretty chilled out guy at times. He was big on secrecy and all that, but when it came to our happiness, anything went.

Casey and April have been a godsend. Man, we owe hell of a lot to those two. They've been round most nights helping us out, stopping us from turning into total reclusive douchebags. I think even old Fearless Leader is grateful. Still, to be fair, he's been great with the other two, encouraging Don to take a break every now and again and making Mike actually eat his food instead of leaving it in the fridge.

I think they're getting better too. We're slowly starting to get our heads around the fact that it's just the four of us now and we have to take care of ourselves. We're ready, I know we are. We all knew this was gonna come. He prepared us for it a long time ago. Hell, that's probably why he sent Leo off, so he could centre himself before becoming head of the clan.

I honestly don't get it. It's tough, what happened, but I don't think this is because he's upset about Splinter, 'cause he ain't, that's obvious. That's pissed me off too now I think about it. It's almost as if he doesn't care, which I know ain't true. He loved Splinter like the rest of us. But right from five minutes after he died, Leo was carrying on as if it was just a normal day.

He shouted us into Splinter's room when he died, stayed with us for ten minutes whilst we grieved, then went about his daily business. It's fucking weird, I swear. He's planned for this. But how can anyone plan to that extent? Has he genuinely already gotten over Splinter's death, long before it even happened. God that guy's a nutjob.

I swear when he's not badgering Don and Mikey he spends all of his free time in the dojo, avoiding us. At least before all this shit he had other stuff to do. He'd read, or listen to his emo music or something. I haven't seen him pick up a book in months.

I need to sort this out. I need to fix this. Our family's fallen apart once before and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. I ain't losing this, I ain't losing them, or him. We didn't go through all that shit with Winters to fall at the first hurdle. It was Leo who fixed it all last time. Now it's my turn. I'll glue us back together.

One problem. I don't know how. I know that all Mike and Don need is time. They have each other. I've seen 'em, spending nights in each other's beds. It might be innocent. I don't think it is. But either way, I don't give a shit. I'm grateful. They can support one another.

But I can't support Leo. And he certainly ain't supporting me. That's where the fault is. How can I even begin to sort this whole mess out when he isn't even prepared to acknowledge my existence? He can't go on like this. How much longer can he keep this up? It's not like he'll still be able to ignore me five years down the line.

That's if we're not dead by then.

Casey will be here soon. It's like the hours are dragging. I need to get out. I need a break from this loony bin before I go completely psycho. I need raw, violent anger. I need deafening noise. I need blood-chilling excitement. Anything to remind me that everything's moving on, that the world's still turning, that life's still going on outside of this hell hole.

We're only doing the usual, finding some fights and then chilling at Claw's. Going there with Leo seems like years ago, another lifetime even. I'd give anything to go back to that. I'd even kill for it. To hear his carefree, laughing voice tell me he'd learnt to piss with no hands. To watch him relax and throw away the mask without even a second thought. There's nothing I want more right now.

"Hey,"

I looked up from the depths of my soda bottle to see Donny approach the kettle, probably after coffee. His voice was quiet, croaky, under-used. I offered my own greeting and watched him potter around, looking for a clean mug. His movements were slow, jerky, tired. I knew that any idea of practising had left his and Mike's heads, and neither Leo or me had the heart to force them. It'll come back in time.

"Me and Mikey are going to stay at April's tonight," He murmured, finally locating two mugs and filling them with the desired drinks. Coffee granules in one, hot cocoa powder in the other.

"Huh," I scoffed, shaking my head in amusement. "Fearless is gonna love having the place to himself,"

It's his worst nightmare. All of us out of his sight, topside, without his supervision. And he'll have nothing to occupy himself with. He'll fail at meditating, spend a fitful, sleepless night silently panicking and pacing the floor. Then me and Casey will stagger in at god knows what hour out of our faces. Hm, wonder if he'll lecture me or just go to bed. Bet it'd take all of his strength to just walk away without a word.

"You should take him with you, it'll be good for him," Donny suggested, adding boiling water to the mugs.

"Yeah right. I don't exist to him, remember?" I sneered, pulling indignantly at the label on my bottle. Don shook his head this time, fetching milk from the fridge.

"If it was me, I'd be doing everything I could to have him notice me again,"

Something in his voice made me look up and scrutinise him. There was a fervour there, a determination. If it was me. He didn't look at me, just focussed on his drinks. I don't know what made me say it. I just needed to know that they had something worth keeping, something that would help them through this entire mess.

"You an' Mike. Are you...?" I paused and frowned, unsure of the right words. Bumping uglies sounded far too crude.

"Like you and Leo?" He caught on quickly, his voice hollow almost. I didn't realise I was holding my breath. "Yes," He whispered, refusing to look at me.

I couldn't feel smug, not in the circumstances. I felt relieved. It was good that they shared something so...special. Yeah, it was special, between Leo and me. It meant more than your standard relationship. Because we were brothers. We were best friends. There was a bond there that no regular couple had. And it was over.

"I'm glad," I said simply, swigging the last, flat dregs in my bottle.

"I love him," Donny breathed. I noticed him grip the counter hard, his knuckles white with the strain. He glared at the steaming drinks as if he wished they held all the answers. "Do you love Leo?" He demanded.

I hesitated. Did I?

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"If you did, you'd make this right," He declared forcefully, his voice faltering ever so slightly.

I didn't reply, twisting the bottle in my hands. When he realised I wasn't going to respond, he took his drinks and left me alone. I don't know if I loved him. I always thought love was a waste of time. At least that sickly, fake love humans think they have. I never wanted it. I'd always thought it was so fickle. It could easily be destroyed. Even April and Casey's. Theirs especially is always on tenterhooks.

I've never thought that about me and Leo. What we had, it always seemed resilient, ever-lasting. Something that had existed ever since we were born. I'd never call it love. 'Love' didn't seem to do it justice.

At that moment, I heard the groaning of the front door and Casey's loud, energetic greetings. I swear, the guy doesn't even sleep quietly. He's all snorts and snores. With a sigh I got up to meet him, tossing my soda bottle in the trash on the way. It's probably a good thing that Mike and Don are staying at April's. That meant Casey could crash here and I wouldn't have her bitching to me tomorrow morning about how he threw up in bed again. At least I make it to the john, geez.

"Hey bro, you all set?" Casey asked, standing before the TV and swinging his bat restlessly.

"Yeah, just gimme one sec," I answered, eyeing him warily.

The loon had a bad habit of losing grip when he did that. I don't think Mike'd ever forgive him for smashing the TV in this dark time. I paused on my way to my room, hit with a sudden flash of inspiration. This was a perfect opportunity to kill several birds with one stone.

"Hey Case. Y'hungry? Go eat some leftovers will ya? I'll be five minutes,"

The guy didn't take much persuading. He was off into the kitchen before I could finish the damn sentence. I guess the lure of Mikey's cooking was just too much for him. Still, it buys me some time and clears some room in the fridge. If Mike carries on like this, we'll haveta start donating to the soup kitchen, and that's something we never do. Hey, good food is scarce in the sewers ya know?

I passed my room and continued to Leo's. The door was open a hair's breadth, all the better to hear what's going on downstairs I'd learnt over the years. I pushed it open and slid into the near darkness, closing it behind me with a soft click. It was deathly quiet.

He was knelt before a single candle, its flame flickering and dancing with the interfering breeze I'd caused. The orange glow lit his features and cast eerie shadows across his eyes. As I expected, he remained as still as a statue, eyes closed and expression stoic. He knew it was me then. Anyone else and they'd have his undivided attention.

"Hey. Just lettin' y'know, me 'n' Case are goin' out now," I informed him, fighting to keep my voice light and casual.

Not a word. Not even a twitch of movement. I honestly don't get how he does it. Pisses me off. Pompous bastard. I bit back the growl forming in the back of my throat and flexed out the urge in my fingers. No. It was important I remained calm. I didn't want this to escalate into a fight no matter how satisfying that would be.

"Don 'n' Mike are stayin' at April's. You'll have the place to yourself,"

There it was. It was subtle, you'd only see it if you were looking for it. I spotted it instantly, the slight tensing of his broad shoulders, the tiniest hitch in his oh so measured breathing. Tell-tale signs of panic. A whole evening. Alone. With nothing but his thoughts for company. He'd go mad. I carried on, pretending I was oblivious.

"I dunno what time we'll be back. Late probably. Don't bother waiting up,"

I smirked as he clenched his fists hard, bracing them against his knees. This was killing him. He was dying to either lecture me or beg to tag along, I could tell. His self-imposed cold-shoulder was falling apart with a few well-placed words. As quietly as I could I knelt before him. He knew I was close, he froze as he felt my breath on his neck. I leaned forward.

"What's wrong, big brother? You seem tense," I whispered, voice as smooth as silk.

I brushed his throat gently with my forefinger. Finally, his eyes snapped open and bore into mine. The same shade of amber, so close it was like looking into a mirror. They were frantic, silently begging me not to leave him alone. I wouldn't, if only he'd just ask me out loud.

"I'm getting' sick t'death of this Leo. I ain't got a fuckin' clue what yer playin' at," I hissed, my cool demeanour finally cracking and showing him just how much he'd pissed me off.

He winced at my tone, casting his eyes to the floor now he'd lost the battle. In any other situation, I'd be gloating at my victory, but I'm too damn angry. This wasn't good enough. I wanted vocal acknowledgement. I wanted to smash his shaky resolve. I'm getting really damn tired of him doing stupid shit he thinks is best. It's time for me to decide.

I moved as fast as lightning, catching him off guard. I seized his faced with a fierce grasp and crushed my mouth against his own. I'd always hated our version of kissing, too awkward and clumsy, but if it'll make him see how plain stupid this all is then so be it.

I wrestled him to the floor, semi-aware of the church candle somewhere behind us. He struggled, pulled at my arms and writhed underneath me. It didn't take long for him to give in, not with my body weight. I know he could feel my smirk when he caved completely and kissed me back. Big brother was always a sucker for kisses.

But still there was no noise. Now he was no longer resisting, I removed my hands from his face, resting them on his waist instead, the soft skin between shell and plastron. He shivered against me and I took the opportunity to break the kiss, instead assaulting his throat with my teeth. He hissed, a sharp intake at the unexpected pain. I licked to soothe the sore skin, running my hands down to his inside thighs, where the skin was even smoother.

Just as I stroked the sensitive opening between his legs, he shuddered violently as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on him. My name came out as a broken gasp in the back silence, his fingers digging painfully into my forearms.

"R-Raph, don't!"

I obeyed, chuckling darkly and removing my hands. I knelt back on my haunches, watching him in the dim candlelight. He laid perfectly still, his chest heaving from panic. I would've gone further, without a doubt, if that's what it took. But he's so shy of personal pleasure. If I was torturing him with pain he would have lasted so much longer. That was why sex with him that night weeks ago was just that much more fun.

"So you do remember my name," I mocked, watching him gradually recover. He sat up then, face full of apologies.

"Raph, I-"

"Save it," I interrupted mercilessly, climbing to my feet. "Casey's waiting. You should come with us. You need to get out of here more than I do," I offered him my hand.

He stared at it, weighing up his options. I know he was dying to explain himself but I didn't wanna hear it, not yet. I wasn't interested. I wanted to get out, breathe. His story could wait. All that mattered was he was talking to me again and we get out of this shithole and forget everything, if only for a little while.

He took my hand. I hauled him up, his lean frame rising gracefully. I waited for him while he grabbed his coat, doused his candle. We were plunged into darkness. I barely even heard him breathing. His sudden touch was desperate, his mouth hot and wet. It took my by surprise, this frantic longing. He was never one for initiating contact. Either he was too frightened of rejection or terrified of his own carnal desires. Probably both.

We made out in the dark. It was sloppy, fumbling around and reintroducing ourselves to one another. I'd never seen him this tightly wound and eager. The slightest touch and he was shaking, whimpering into my mouth or against the cool skin of my collar.

It was me who broke it off. As hot and interesting as this was, Casey would be starting to wonder where I was. He doesn't have Mike and Donny's respect for privacy. Having him bust in on a heavy make out sesh with my brother was not a good idea. I pulled away, leaving him wanting and frustrated. It took some damn effort, I can tell you.

"C'mon," My voice was husky and intrusive in the silence.

Casey accepted our repaired friendship with welcoming warmth. Despite all his faults, the douchebag could accept anybody, warts and all. Hell, we were proof of that, shells and all. It was almost as if nothing had ever happened. As if me and Leo hadn't stopped speaking. Just another Friday night.

Claw's place was quiet to say it was the start of the weekend. A good thing. Leo gets nervous and edgy when it's packed. Even Purple Dragon activity had been subdued. We'd had to go out further than usual, ransack the warehouses on the outskirts of town. But it had been worth it. I felt more relaxed that I had in a long time, even without the alcohol.

Instead of sitting at the bar, we chose a round table in a corner, dark and less smoky. I don't know why we bother. Folks have got to have seen glimpses of green or noticed we were missing two fingers and clearly they didn't give a shit. There are humans out there who are more than happy to accept us as long as we don't cause any trouble. It's just finding them.

Leo was mostly silent. Took his bottle with whispered thanks and sat where it was darkest. I was in such a good mood I didn't care. It was an achievement just to get him out. On occasion he'd catch me watching him and offer a small smile, just to let me know he wasn't ignoring me again.

"Dude, y'can't have Smack Dese Bitches as your first song. She'll kill ya," I shook my head, continuing the conversation we had been having earlier.

Casey and April were doing the ultimate cheese fest for their wedding. They each have to pick a song they think describes their relationship and then dance to it. Obviously we won't be there for that bit but I've given April explicit instructions to make sure her sister films it. Watching Casey waltz around in a monkey suit to some flouncy love song will be one of the best moments of my entire life.

"But it's awesome!" He whined. I swear he's got that voice from Mike.

"It's stupid. And everyone will think you throw her around and pimp her out," I argued. As funny as it would be to see April go ape shit on his ass, it's not fair to do that to her on her wedding day.

"Oh yeah? Well what do you suggest, Dr. Love?" Casey requested hotly.

I paused to think of an oh so romantic, oh so epic song that would score him for life. Without warning, Leo piped up from his dusty corner.

"All I Ask Of You from Phantom. She'll never expect it. It's her favourite. She'll be putty in your hands," He suggested confidently, sitting forward to join us properly and coming into the light.

"You serious?" Casey wanted to know. We were both staring at him in amazement. It was his first full sentence all night. He simply nodded.

"And how do you know that?" I observed him suspiciously. He'd made no previous indication of listening to show tunes in his spare time, and I'd have to reconsider our relationship if he did.

"There's an upside to being the shy, quiet one," He replied casually, drinking his beer. "Girls think you're trustworthy and tell you all their secrets,"

Casey and I burst out laughing. It was so good to hear my brother's voice again, and even better to hear him joking. The embarrassed grin he gave reminded me of the first time I brought him out. The arrogant, cocky Leo that turned me on. He wasn't quite the same. Even though he was laughing, it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Something fricking awful had to have happened to make him completely ignore me. And the way he kissed me earlier, it was as if he had been deprived for months. It was more than just your standard horny turtle. And I don't think Splinter's death was the cause. That would have bought him closer to me for support, like it did with Don and Mike. No, something was definitely fucked up. And later on, I'm finding out exactly what it was.

"Alright then, Mr. God's Gift To Women, what else does she tell you?" Casey demanded haughtily, clearly determined to challenge Leo's new-found superiority.

"She told me once that was the most romantic thing you'd ever done for her was break wind and then held her head under the sheets," Leo dead-panned without a moment's hesitation.

Casey spluttered, embarrassed enough to turn bright red. I couldn't help but piss myself at his expense. There's no room for loyalty when it's just so damn funny. Leo grinned wider and I just had to chink the neck of my beer bottle against his and take a swig in his honour. Seeing him like this, relaxed and laughing, made up for weeks of silent treatment.

It was a good night, the kind that only comes after a really tough few weeks. Those are the best. You never appreciate your friends, or a good beer, more than you do after one of those nights. Remind me to get a few beers in and drag Mike and Don outta the lab. Don likes to pretend he's 'cool' when he's had a drink and god knows we could all use a laugh.

Casey was smashed. So smashed Claw refused to serve him again and ordered we took him home. I've never heard Leo laugh so much, or so freely. Even dragging Casey between us through the sewers he was still chuckling to himself. It sounded so damn good. I never thought I'd love a sound more than the ones he made during sex.

We dumped the lightweight in Mike's room and let him crash. Leo had enough sense to leave him the waste paper basket. Don't think Mike would appreciate upchuck all over his floor. Although to be fair, he doesn't spend much time in her recently. If he's not cooking, he takes his comics and stuff into the lab. I'm pretty sure he's been sleeping in there too. Hey, if it gets Don to actually sleep in a bed instead of at his desk that's gotta be a good thing.

There was an awkward silence that fell between us, destroyed only by Casey's loud snoring. He wouldn't look at me, fixated instead on Mike's lava lamp, so I left him to take a shower. It was weird, how he'd gone from laughing to this pretentious tension. There was confusion, frustration hanging over us. I wanted answers and he knew it. Wouldn't surprise me if he'd respond in the typical Leo way. Withdraw and pretend none of this shit was happening.

The hot water felt refreshing. It drove away the buzzing giddiness the alcohol had brought on. Neither me or Leo were that drunk. Casey drank a lot faster than us and we were always really full from all of Mikey's cooking lately. Either that or turtles generally handled alcohol better, I dunno. I stayed in for a good twenty minutes, singing deeply and reluctant to step out of the warmth.

As I was drying, the bathroom door opened and my big brother stepped in, head bent and cheeks blushed. He must've waited until he heard me shut off the water. I watched him curiously, drying myself more slowly. He was embarrassed, I could tell by the roundness of his shoulders, his nervous posture.

"I wanted to...thank you. For tonight," He murmured to the grubby white tiles.

"No worries," I replied carelessly, tossing my towel aside.

Another troubled silence. He was fighting with himself. Fight or flight. Sort this shit out or retreat to the safety of his bedroom. Which wouldn't be safe for very long. I'd follow him and force him to explain himself one way or another. And he knew it too.

"So what? We're gonna go back to you ignorin' me now?" I spat hostilely, enjoying his visible flinch.

"No," He breathed, shaking his head.

I sighed in annoyance when he didn't say anything else. I hate this about him. How can he go from laughing and cheerful one minute, to morbid and reclusive the next? It just doesn't make sense. I swear the guy has bi-polar or something. Maybe I should get Donny to diagnose him. Would make things so much simpler.

"Leo you better tell me what the hell's been goin' on, because I have had enough," I snarled, staring him down.

He winced as if my harsh tone had physically pierced him through the chest. He opened his mouth twice, three times, fiddled with the ties on his belt. I'd never seen him look so...small. It was almost as bad as when we found him stuffed into that cage all cramped and twisted. That had to be one of the worst things I'd ever seen in my entire life. Even now I have fucking nightmares about it.

"I...had a good reason," He eventually admitted, his voice barely audible over Casey's horrendous snoring across the hall. I actually started laughing.

"You 'have a good reason' for pretending I don't exist?" I scorned in disbelief.

"You don't understand!" He cried suddenly, looking up at me. A flash of anger, anguish, in his eyes squashed my laughter as quick as it came.

"Understand what?" I snapped, finally at the end of my tether. I swear to god if he says one more cryptic thing I'm gonna rearrange his fucking face.

"He said it was wrong!" He roared, voice shrill with fury.

He took a step forward, closing the distance between us and scowling straight into my eyes. I've never seen him so enraged before. It was almost like...looking into a mirror. The only clue was Leo's blue mask, crinkling around his fierce expression, otherwise it could have been me. It looked weird, it looked...frightening.

"What was?" I barked, matching his anger blaze for blaze.

"Us!" He screamed, voice cracking and scratching his throat.

His answer made me stop dead. Us. Someone had told him we were wrong. That our entire screwed up relationship was wrong. Hell. I agree with them. It is wrong. But I don't give a shit when he's all that's dampening the storm within me and I'm all that's holding him together.

"Who did?" I enquired, my tone now soft.

"Master Splinter,"

It did not come as a surprise. More of a disappointment. I thought he would have been okay. He never cared about anything as long as we were happy. We could have gone out with members of the Foot and he'd have been fine if they weren't murdering us. God. Our father disapproved of us.

I didn't care. He wasn't here now. He didn't always know what was best for us. He appointed Don temporary leader for fuck's sake. He didn't get it. Leo 'n' me, we needed each ther. He stopped me from going psycho and I stopped him from disappearing into himself. The romance is a release, a sort of breather, a...a helpline. Without it, well, we just couldn't function.

"I don't care," I rasped, grabbing his biceps tightly.

"How can you even say that? He was our father," Leo frowned, flicking his eyes back down to the floor.

"Think about it. How much longer could you have gone without us?" I appealed, shaking him. There are times when I love this damn stubborn streak, but there are times when it annoys the fuck out of me.

"Not much longer," He admitted quietly, his cheeks tinged pink.

"Exactly!" I shook him again, desperately clinging to the fact he wanted this as much as I did. "You need me, this. Splinter just didn't understand it,"

He didn't say a word, just carried on giving all his attention to those damn tiles. I growled in frustration and seized his chin, pulling his eyes up to meet mine. My grip was crushing, bruising, but I didn't offer any opportunity to escape. I leant forward, intent on kissing him again, on tasting the remnants of Claw's ale on his mouth.

I didn't expect him to pull away. He never pulls away, never avoids my touch. He's drawn to it, always striving for acceptance. I couldn't help but grab his wrist brutally in vexation. I never wanted him to shy away from me. I wanted to be the first he turned to. I wanted to be the one to sort his mixed-up head.

I sighed, bowing my head against his collar. I felt him tense but I did nothing but breathe against his throat. I watched the goosebumps rise on his mottled skin, memorised the silvery bumps and lines of past scars that littered his neck. I probably caused a few of them.

"This would have happened whether Splinter approved or not. He's gone. Start thinking of yourself. I don't want to lose you again," I breathed, relaxing my grip on his wrist to delicately rest upon his waist.

"I just...want to know why," He exhaled sorrowfully, slightly moving his head backwards to better expose his throat. I gladly took the invitation, anything to get away from this damning subject. The sly little manwhore.

"It doesn't matter. It's in the past. I just care about you," I whispered tenderly, caressing his flesh with my mouth.

I meant it, every word, but the best part was I finally got him. He moved back, tilted his head and kissed me. I loved Master Splinter, trusted and respected him, but Leo is my future. In my opinion, it is our father who is at fault. If being with Leo like this is wrong, then I don't ever wanna be right in his eyes.

I kissed him passionately back, pushing him against the wall. His shell made a screeching noise as it scraped on the stone but it was swiftly forgotten. It was hot and delirious, worse than earlier after being fuelled by the alcohol. His fingers were careless, clumsy, roving.

I never intended for this to happen. We didn't even give a shit about doing it on the bathroom floor. It was cold, it was uncomfortable, but my god I thought I was gonna explode. His whimpers of pleasure sent new waves of bliss vibrating through my body. I never thought sex would make me feel this unstable, this erratic. A feeling I never wanted to end.

He clung to me afterwards, shaking, overwhelmed. I dragged him up and we collapsed into bed, closing the door to Casey's unassuming snores. It was a strange contrast, having him cuddle me after such raw, sensuous ecstasy, but a contrast I liked. It showed that there was more to this than just a good fuck. What it exactly was I didn't have a clue. But it sure as hell proved Splinter mistaken.

To Be Continued