Mikey ducked his head in order to move through the window and into Woody's apartment. In the whole year that they'd been together, they'd always met in public places, including the rooftop of the pizzeria where Woody worked, the back room of Mr. Murakami's shop, or even certain secluded areas of Central Park.

But until today, they'd never been to each other's homes. He knew which building Woody lived in, but that's as far as it had gone. Keeping Woody a secret meant never bringing Woody back to the lair, and for that reason, he'd never pushed to see Woody's home. And Woody had never offered a tour.

Now he stood in the middle of Woody's very sparsely furnished main room and watched Woody run his fingers through his curly hair, causing it to poke out at odd angles. The room had an ancient couch and a television, as well as a table that had more knicks and dents than Mikey's shell. Not that the details were easy to spot given the single dimly lit overhead light. There was a small kitchenette to one side of the room and three doors on the other.

"Well, uh, this is it," Woody said. "That's the bathroom over there," he said, pointing to one of the doors. "I have three roommates. We were all kicked out of the system when we turned eighteen, so we got jobs to try to keep a roof over our heads. They're all at work now, so I thought maybe I could show you around."

Mikey nodded as Woody spoke and remembered Woody's comments about how warm his home in the sewer felt. This place might keep Woody safe from the elements, but it wasn't warm. Wasn't homey. Didn't feel like Woody. Wasn't what he had been expecting.

"You don't have a game system," Mikey noted, feeling the need to say something.

"Oh, no I don't," Woody said, glancing over at the television where a gaming set would normally sit. "I usually play at a friend's place."

"Your room?"

Woody paused, feeling more than a little nervous about the look on Mikey's face, and then walked over to push open one of the other doors off the main room. Mikey followed and his previous images of how awesome Woody's bedroom must be disappeared as he looked around an equally sparsely-filled bedroom. There were two twin beds on opposite sides of the room. And not much else. Not even a dresser. Mikey recognized some of Woody's clothes neatly folded on the floor at the end of one of the beds, whereas his roommate's clothes were tossed randomly around the floor.

"No pictures."

"Well, I can't really put up a picture of you."

"This is where you live," Mikey said as he slowly turned in the middle of Woody's bedroom.

"Yeah, this is it."

"Where you live," Mikey repeated as he looked closely at the pillow where Woody's head went every night. "But not your home."

Woody shook his head slowly. He didn't have any clear memories of his first, real home. But he'd been in some foster homes that had felt like real homes. Not his home, but real homes, nonetheless. Then there was Mikey's sewer home. A home built and maintained in the sewer that felt homey and welcoming and everything else that Woody had come to love about Michelangelo.

Woody laughed in the next moment as he suddenly found himself in his small bed, on top of his favorite turtle. He returned Mikey's kiss and instinctually settled against him.

"How do you move that fast, turtle?"

Mikey's only response was to kiss Woody again and let his hands moved through Woody's curly hair.

"So, you're okay with this place?" Woody asked, confused by Mikey's sudden change in demeanor.

"This place keeps you safe and off the streets," Mikey said, pulling at the bottom of Woody's shirt until he had it lifted and over his head, "so I love it for that." He moved his hands to Woody's waistband and began pushing at the material. "But - ," he almost growled as he was forced to work at the button on Woody's jeans when the pants wouldn't budge otherwise, "- why do you wear all these clothes?"

"Human standards," Woody murmured as he lifted his hips to help Mikey get his jeans down. "But what?" he asked, reminding Mikey of what he'd been about to say.

"I can be where your home is, Woods."

Woody stilled his own movements and stared down into Mikey's big baby blues. "I've had that same thought about you for a while, Mikester," he whispered.

Mikey grinned and wiggled his shell further into the bed, rubbing himself against Woody in the process, causing Woody to moan and dip his own hips back against Mikey. He wondered if Woody's nose would be strong enough to smell his scent later when he was gone and Woody was sleeping here alone.

"How long do we have the place to ourselves?"

"Long enough for you to show me how fast you can actually move," Woody teased.

Leo barely had time to be disappointed that he woke up alone the next morning before his doorknob was turning and Raphael was slipping back into his room with the gear he'd abandoned in the bathroom the night before as well as a plate of food. He'd put on his mask, and little else, and he grinned when he spotted Leo awake.

"I didn't know if you'd want to, uh – move," Raph said as he waited for Leo to sit upright so he could hand off the food.

Leo accepted the plate, but didn't say anything as he stared up thoughtfully at Raphael as Raph dumped the rest of his gear on his bedroom floor.

"What?" Raph asked with a frown when he realized Leo was studying him. He stood by the side of Leo's bed and watched as Leo set the plate of food to the side and reached for him.

Leo's hand circled his bicep and he was pulled down on top of Leo as Leo's mouth greedily met his. Leo moaned into Raph's mouth and he slid back down on his shell so he could grind his lower plastron against Raphael's. Raphael churred in response as his earlier worries about how Leo would be feeling this morning vanished. He pushed his weight into Leo in order to eliminate all space between the two of them and moved his hips to grind back against Leo as their tongues twisted together.

Raph had to shift onto his knees and hands a few moments later when the pressure caused by Leo repeatedly rubbing up against him became too great and he let himself drop down with a deep moan. Leo was able to release himself as well with the loss of Raph's weight and he quickly wrapped his hand around both of them and began a steady stroking rhythm. Leo churred at the contact and resisted the urge to throw his head back in favor of keeping his eyes on Raphael's face. Raph's eyes were squeezed shut and he was panting and flushed and soon Leo was whispering up to him how amazing he looked. How he could stare at him all day. How he desperately wanted to run his tongue over the emerald biceps currently supporting Raphael as they rocked together.

"Fuuck, Leo," Raph groaned as he dipped his head to Leo's shoulder and let the heat building in his belly from Leo's stroking fingers consume him as Leo's words felt like they were being branded into his skin. "Leo," he grit out again and Leo's hand moved faster as he already recognized the warning tone in Raph's voice for what it was.

Leo smiled softly as he felt Raphael nuzzle aggressively into his neck. He responded again by thumbing the tips of them together and churred as the resulting sensation sent sparks through him. Raphael seemed to enjoy it as well, if his loud churr was to be believed. Raph dropped from his hands to his elbows and squeezed Leo between his arms as he groaned out his release. As he was pinned between those strong arms, Leo churred loudly as well and came with a sudden jerk, ecstatic once again to be safely restrained beneath the stronger turtle.

Raphael waited until Leo's convulsions stopped before he collapsed on top of him. He rested his head on Leo's plastron and listened to Leo's heart as it pounded away in his chest.

"Ya hungry yet?" Raph asked around his panting breaths. He smiled as a chuckle from Leo vibrated the armored chest beneath his cheek.

Leo picked up a slice of fruit from the plate next to them and lazily tossed it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, letting the juice of the watermelon slide down his parched throat.

"What were ya thinkin about earlier?" Raphael asked.

"That having you flushed above me is a nice way to start the day."

Now it was Raphael's turn to chuckle and he did so while raising his head to slowly shake it at the turtle beneath him.

"Before that, Fearless."

Leo tilted his head at Raph and considered whether or not to actually share his earlier thoughts. Raph was getting pretty good at reading him, he realized. Add that to the hothead's stubbornness for answers and he was either going to have to develop a better poker face around Raphael or get more comfortable with sharing. For now, he decided he may as well go with the latter.

"I had wondered if sensei was so accepting of us because he didn't want another generation of brothers fighting," Leo said, slowly. He let one of his thumbs trace and press into Raph's bicep, relishing in the way the solid muscle shifted slightly under the pressure. "But sensei said that he's never had that concern, because the four of us are more closely bonded than he and his brother ever were. And I, uh, I just had the thought earlier that I doubt our former enemy ever brought anyone breakfast in bed." Leo watched half of Raph's mouth quirk up. "I just – I don't ever see anything getting between us," he added.

"Damn straight," Raph murmured as he rubbed himself against Leo again, resulting in a shiver from the other turtle. "Ya know we're bonded. And," he couldn't help but add with a grin, "after last night, ya can say we fit together." He watched Leo huff out a breath and then nudged his face against Leo's. "We do, right? Yer feelin okay this mornin?"

Leo slid a hand up against the side of Raph's face and pulled him down to kiss him again. "Yes, Raph. I'm all in one piece." He kissed Raph again when he saw relief in those green eyes. "Although, I'm going to feel even better after a shower. Do you think a shower before practice will be suspicious?"

"They're just gonna have to get used to it," Raph said with a wide grin.

Leo's mouth quirked up in a grin as well. "You're probably right."

Raphael's arms tightened around Leo and he leaned down to bite into Leo's neck. "Say that again."