Mondo Gecko x Michelangelo Drabble # 2

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Summary: The first date is always at least a little awkward—it's almost like an official rule. No exception for one orange-banded, teenage mutant ninja turtle and one wig-wearing, street-wise gecko after seeing a concert a few stories above the street. To my knowledge, first Mondo Gecko/Mikey SLASH-fic.

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FLASHBACK: At the concert, a few hours earlier...

After his eyes flickered over in the gecko's direction a few times--naturally, unnoticed--Mikey decided to speak, putting on his best and most charming smile.

"Dude, hey!" Mikey yelled over the music, managing to catch his date's attention. Mondo quirked a colorful, scaled eye ridge. Mikey found it astonishingly hot.

...Heh, see, he could use big words. Donny would be so proud, if he knew.

When the gecko called out "Yes?" over the noise, Mikey was snapped out of his thoughts. Putting back on his charming smile, he slightly ducked his head. "Take a lady out, then don't offer her a drink? My, my, Mr. Gecko, ah thought you 'ad more class," he drawled out in a high, fake southern accent, even batting his eyes for the full effect.

Mondo smirked, rather than laughed--in fact, it seemed to be a common thing, when the gecko was amused, to smirk and not laugh, or even chuckle (Mikey would change this; it was a vow). His scaled lips drawn up, body bent slightly over his raised knee, tank-top showing off his smooth muscles--Mondo was the epitome of his name. Mikey's breath caught, but he managed to hold his pose.

Meanwhile, Mondo replied, "Dunno...don't want my first words in meeting your bros to be, 'Heyyyy. Yeah. Yeah, I gave your little bro beer on a crane a couple stories above the ground--about that...yeah, sorry. Hey, anyone want take out?'" He rolled his eyes. "Smooth."

The orange banded turtle scoffed, but it was light. "You're drinking it!"

That damned, sexy smirk, again. Without a word, Mondo placed his hand behind him, atop of the crane, then, flipping himself backwards, hung a good few stories in the air, swinging to and fro without a single care. He yawned, just to bring the point home. Mikey snorted, but was smiling, again. Mondo flipped back over and sat in his previous position.

"That's why, shell-boy," he said.

Mikey chuckled. Damn sexy geckos and their ability to stick to just about anything. Mondo was a ninja, without trying. "Pleaaaaassssee?" he insisted, this time with his 'baby brother really wants something and is determined to get it' voice. It had doomed Raphael--more than once.

Mondo pretended to think about it.

"Fine," he said, after a few seconds. Then, that smirk, but only with scaled lips. "But I'm gonna have to hold your hand...You know, just to be safe."

The orange-clad turtle laughed. "Pfft...Yeah. Yeah, alright, dude." He shifted and grabbed the offered beer, Mondo reaching out to grab the sitting hand, and all was music and sweat and rock n' roll as Mikey took a good swig.

After a moment of just listening and enjoying the new band playing below, without looking, Mikey's smile returned, soft but knowing. "Nice move, Casanova." Mondo's hand squeezed before he replied.

"Thanks...thought of it when I saw how you kept looking. Couldn't miss an opportunity."

Mikey grinned. "D'awwwww...softy."

Mondo shook his head. Then, they were back to drowning in the screams of the electric guitar, the drums beating an erratic combustion of soul and sound.

FIN

I was going to leave this as-is...but, I figured, "Hey, I already wrote this beforehand...Might as well post it, even though it's out of order.

Seriously, though...this is it. TWO-SHOT.