Turtle Story: The Butter story Part 1
Author: Melissa the Damgel
Series: Vindicated
Title: You Want Toast With That Butter?
Pairing: LeoxMikey, Raph/Don
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes thinking about the past can bring up old, and growing emotions.... and mating season doesn't hurt any either.
Warning for this chapter: Oh yes, this one is smut-filled. Mmmmm, tasty. ;)
Author's Note: The boys are 18 years old in this one. :D and oh yes, I drew a picture for this chapter. It was just that much fun. heehee ^_^ (oh yeah... and uh... it's in three posts. >_< yes, it's that long....
~You Want Some Toast With That Butter?~
He had known since he was ten. He had thought about it everyday since he had seen both his brothers sobbing and clinging together, whispering back and forth for hours before they finally accepted their current situation and walked away from each other.
At first he was scared to try and understand what had gone on. After a while, he was just confused, and then he was even jealous. But it was all in a childish way. Even Mikey had to admit, he was dubbed the ‘baby bro’ for good reason. He wasn’t as mature about things as his other brothers; he took the long way around in understand things. He had to ‘do’ to ‘comprehend’, and he had to forcibly be taught for him to remember his lessons.
And he remembered that time so clearly. It was one of the few times in his childhood that he had been upset for weeks afterwards. Usually he bounced right back from punishments or what would be deemed ‘traumatic experiences’, but this was something that stuck with him and frightened him to no end.
Raph and Donnie had shared something he doubted he would ever get a taste of. They had promised each other something that he would never have. Even if by some miracle he did meet someone in the future that would promise him the same as his brothers had promised each other; how long would that last? How long would they be willing to live in the shadows, never feel comfortable to introduce friends and family to their boyfriend? How long would they be willing to trek down into the sewers to see him? It wouldn’t last. Even he knew that could be the only answer.
Mikey sighed and tilted his head back, thudding it against the wall as he closed his eyes only to reopen them to stare up at his brick ceiling. It was so much easier when they were little. They didn’t need to think about things like this. But growing up, growing older and thinking of the loneliness of never sharing something deeper, it was depressing and discouraging in life. He knew he would always have his brothers as family - but a lover seemed so out of reach.
And it definitely wasn’t helping that Raphael and Donnie’s former engagement was starting to make more sense than hoping for an understanding human or waiting for another mutate… and a certain pair of warm brown eyes was most definitely the biggest problem - especially when they looked at him and a little smile touched that perfect mouth to make those eyes brighten up and make his handsome nose wrinkle slightly… no! He wasn’t going to think about that right now!
Groaning as he pushed himself up and away from the wall, Mikey shoved his comic books to the side as he struggled up to his feet and stretch. He glanced back at his comics, and he contemplated putting them away properly… then he remember how much work that would take and he waved it off, trudging to the door instead to get a glass of water… or a soda - a soda would be better.
He yawned as he headed down the hall - pausing only briefly to take a peek into Leo’s room, who wasn’t there - and to spy on Raph, who was swinging slightly in his hammock lazily, his hand dropping some used bandages he had just replaced on several places across his body as he stared up at the ceiling before he moved his hands behind his head. Mikey could hear Don down in his lab, tinkering away at something, and the television was off, signaling it was late enough that Splinter had either gone to bed or was having a tea ceremony as he meditated. Maybe that’s where Leo was….
Mikey trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, throwing the fridge open to rummage around inside. He mumbled under his breath as he squinted past the fridge lightbulb next to his head, and he poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth in his search. A squeal of triumph escaped his lips the moment he finally located ‘The Secret Stash’ -also known as Raph’s soda- and a chuckle from behind made him blink and look over his shoulder.
Leo was standing behind the kitchen table watching him, his arms folded over his chest as he watched his baby bro stare back at him all innocent-like even as he was bent over with his head and upper shoulders inside of the fridge. “Hungry?” He asked with an unintended purr.
Wrinkling his nose and sticking his tongue out, Mikey disengaged himself from the fridge and straightened, holding the soda up and jiggling it to demonstrate what he was getting. “I’m raiding Raph’s secret stash of soda.” He explained, though his face quickly warmed up and he wasn’t quiet sure why - maybe it was the way Leo was staring at him so intently, or maybe it was simply because he had been caught almost literally crawling around inside of the fridge; or perhaps it was because of that scent that Leo had been giving off - it had slowly gotten stronger over the last few days, and right at that moment, it was extremely alluring. Especially after all his secret little thoughts he had just had up in his bedroom.
The silence was getting to be too much for him. Mikey fidgeted and cracked open his soda just to make some noise. “So, Raph is brooding again and Donnie is going all mad-scientist on something in his lab. He’s hardly left that place since that last fight.” He explained and then took a slurp of soda, watching Leo closely as he moved around the table to join him, leaning up against the edge of the table.
A frown marred Leo’s good humor and Mikey immediately kicked himself for bringing up the incident. Donnie had gotten hurt in the last battle - only a deep cut in his arm and some bruises; but it was nothing compared to what happened to Raph. He had jumped in front of Don at the last second to protect him from the full force of a Triceraton blaster - and of course, in the process, he had bloodied himself up in the process of protecting his brother. Donnie had flipped and yelled at him after they had gotten home; but Raph had only grinned and said he was okay before he passed out. Donnie had practically single-handedly nursed him back to health over the last month. He had hardly allowed Mikey to take over now and then; let alone take Raphael up his meals; unless he and Leo had double teamed him and Leo would somehow managed to convince him to get some sleep while Mikey quietly took over his place as nursemaid. After Raph had healed up enough to be on his own once again, Donnie had locked himself away in his lab and was rarely seen.
“Hey, you don’t think Donnie’s gone all vampire on us, do ya?” Mikey asked suddenly, his blue eyes widening and he bit his lower lip to add to the over-dramatic humor he was trying to create. He gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth as he gazed up at Leo, “Or worse, you think he’s like, a Mr. Hyde now?”
A small smile touched Leo’s face as he shook his head, gazing down at Mike, “Hardly. But something is bugging me now that you mention it…” Leonardo trailed off, his brows knitting together in that classic ‘Leader Thinking Mode’.
Mikey shifted nervously; whatever that musky scent Leo was giving off was, it was beginning to affect him… down south. The scent was just so… so enthralling, like he wanted to drown in that scent. “Uh, yeah?” He said, jerking himself out of his little daze and prompted Leo to talk instead of gazing off into the fascinating and secretive world of the toaster sitting on the counter next to the butter dish.
“Huh? Oh…” Leo snapped out of it and looked back to his brother. Frowning, he lowered his rich brown eyes to the floor and seemed to tighten his arms across his chest. “Have… have you noticed anything about Raph and Don?”
Blinking as he raised a brow, Mikey nodded, “Well, yeah.” He drawled out sarcastically and raised his soda as a way of motioning to everything around him. “I notice a lot of things about them. Like Donnie’s feet smell like death when he sleeps and Raphael looks like Buddha when he watches football.”
Leo’s smile returned at that as he looked to Mike and moved to lean against the table more comfortably. “Buddha?”
“Well, yeah! I mean, the dude sits there with his belly sticking out and he looks all intense. Now if Donnie is sitting next to him, that’s when he gets the goofy Buddha smile as he talks with him.” Mikey explained then stopped, his finger up in the air as his eyes widened and his mouth shifted to form an ‘o’.
Chuckling, Leo nodded, “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” He lowered his arms and placed his hands on the edge of the table behind him as he gazed down at the floor, his face slowly falling from the smile and once again slipping into an oddly intense look. “So you’ve noticed too, huh?”
“Well, Raph and Donnie have always been like that; even when we were kids.” Mikey defended weakly.
Leo frowned, “Yeah, but, with the fight that just happened and Raph getting hurt, Donnie seemed almost…”
“Like a zombie-mother bear ready to rip our heads off and eat our brains if we got to close to him?” Mikey offered as helpfully as he could.
Contorting his face from the visual but nodding in agreement, Leonardo shifted against the table, “Yeah, something like that.” He was quiet a moment then winced, looking down at the ground. “That’s not what’s been bothering me though. I saw…” he paused and squared his jaw, warm brown eyes staring at nothing as he relived the memory in his head. “I saw Raphael try and kiss Don.” He finally forced out, his mouth forming a thin line with his brows drawing together tightly.
Mikey blinked then made and ‘oh’ sound, looking down at his soda in hand.
“I… I stayed and listened for awhile. I wasn’t spying on purpose, it just surprised me. I didn’t think Raph could look so… soft…” He stumbled for the word and let it pass delicately over his lips, that musk rising between them as he remembered the events. “Donnie… he looked like he wanted to kiss him, but-”
“-but told Raph they couldn’t and looked ready to cry as he moved away.” Mikey finished, frowning as he stared at the ground.
Leo whipped his head up and around, staring at Mike in surprise, “You saw it too?”
“No… Donnie just says that to Raph every time.” Mikey explained then knitted his brows together, gripping at his soda pop more tightly.
“Every… how long has this been going on?” Leo breathed, pushing away from the table and turning towards his brother squarely, “What do you know, Mikey?” he demanded, his voice quiet, but his tone was firm and left no room for weaseling out of this.
Looking down at his toes, Mikey couldn’t help but compare the different shades of green they were, and just how nice they blended together. The scent of his brother grew stronger as he slipped into leader mode and wanted answers, but the underlying smell made him shiver and want something more.
“Mikey, what do you know?” Leo stepped closer and watched his brother’s cheeks warm and darken. “Mike?”
“I think they have the right idea… I mean, who else would want to fall in love with a mutant turtle but another turtle…”
“Mikey?” Leo asked, tilted his head a bit as he watched him, slightly confused and worried.
Michelangelo blushed deeper and peeked up at his brother, “Raphael asked Donnie to marry him.”
Surprise wasn’t half of what Leo felt. “What? When?”
Shrugging, Mikey sighed loudly and twisted his body, setting the soda down on the table behind him. “I don’t know. Like, ten years ago or something. It was back when we were just kids. Remember when Raph had that talk with Splinter and he said he hated him and cried a lot?”
Leo frowned and nodded; it was kind of hard to forget.
“Well, it was before that. I don’t really know anything else, but Raph has been pining after Don ever since and every now and then he tries to convince Donnie to go back to him or something.” He shrugged, staring up at Leo intently. “I know Donnie wants too, but because of what Splinter told him when he was a kid, he won’t allow himself to go back.”
Staring down at the ground as he went into ‘Leader Thinking Mode’, Leonardo nodded as he absorbed the information and plotted out how he was going to handle the situation.
“You’re not going to get mad at them, are you?” Mikey asked, baby blue eyes gazing up at him desperately. When warm brown eyes drifted up to lock with his, Mikey couldn’t help but reach out, grasping at his wrist.
Leo shook his head, “No, I’m not going to get mad, but they are brothers-”
“None of us are really brothers, dude.” Mike stated and held on tightly as Leo jerked his head upright once again.
“What? What do you mean?” Leo asked quickly, his eyes widening and his lips parting as he took a step closer and enveloped Mikey’s senses with that persistent aroma he was giving off in waves.
“Well, Donnie did that blood test about two years ago, remember? It was after all that mutation test stuff Bishop was doing on us and he wanted to check our blood. Well… turns out he also did a DNA test on all of us. I saw the paper lying out with his hand writing in the corner saying ‘Not Related’. I asked him about it and he explained it to me.” Mikey dropped his gaze, still remembering the sad smile and the way Donnie’s dark eyes had stared down at the paper as though hoping it would solve everything. “But he said it didn’t matter. He said that ethically we were still all brothers and threw the paper away.” He whispered, his fingers tightening around Leo’s wrist, just wanting to hold him one second longer before he began to let his fingers slip away.
“Not brothers?” Leo mumbled, his fingers tightening around Mikey’s before they could slip away and that musky scent spiked in the air around them.
Mikey’s heart fluttered and he peeked back up into his leader’s eyes.
Leo blushed lightly as he looked down at their hands, “Um, well, that definitely explains a lot.” He whispered.
“Dude… do you think they’re weird?” Mikey asked, his breath nearly catching in his throat.
“No… it’s kind of a relief really.” He explained and glanced over to Mikey, smiling warmly.
Mikey stared, his stomach lurching and his cheeks warming as he lost feeling in his body. “Hey… uh-”
“I really thought I was loosing my mind - or, or that I was messed up in some way.” Leo explained, staring down at their hands and tightening his grip on Mikey’s fingers. The alluring scent drifted to Mikey’s nose at that moment and caused him to quiver. Leo’s eyes darkened as his pupils grew larger. “I thought that I would tear the family apart feeling the way I do.” He whispered, lifting his gaze and catching those intoxicating blue eyes, “But if Raph and Donnie could survive, why can’t I?”
A little shiver ran over Mikey’s shell as he watched Leo stare back at him with a slightly glazed look and that scent growing stronger. His gut jumped again and his body trembled as those warm brown eyes sucked him into some unknown land where he felt nothing but that gaze caress unknown places inside of him. “Leo, you better snap out of it and tell me it’s me or I’m going to ignore you and take you right here on the kitchen floor.”
Leonardo did snap out of it but only long enough to look surprised before Mikey jumped at him, wrapping his arms about his neck and pressing his beak to his in a fierce and heated kiss. He gasped and immediately had a tongue shoved into his mouth to rub against his. Leo struggled against Mikey though he jerked him closer to his body a heartbeat later while at the same time he pushed him back against the table and leaned into him, forcing Mike’s head back from the sheer force of the kiss he was returning.
Mikey mewed in his throat and a low churr escaped him as Leo’s fingers played deliciously down his sides between his shell and plastron and then down along his thighs. He gasped loudly as he was suddenly hoisted upwards and he found his knees on either side of a very lusty turtle. Panting loudly, Mikey managed to rip his lips away from Leo’s and stare at him through heavy hooded lids. Leo rumbled deep in his chest and grabbed his thigh tightly to pull him tighter against his body, and at the same time, Mikey groaned and leaned his head to the side as talented lips began kissing over his cheek and down his neck. He mewled again and shivered against Leo while his leader held him tightly to his body, his hands caressing and squeezing his ass in randomly erotic ways.
“Oh…ooo… yay…” Mikey squeaked out, his eyes fluttering behind his lids as Leo’s fingers played with his tail slowly and deliberately.
Chuckling softly, Leo slowed in his desperate claiming of Mikey as he nuzzled his neck and stroked his tail. “Yay?” he asked quietly.
“Uh-huh, you… oooh… horny, an-and me horny… want now.” He shuddered as Leo pinched the tip of his tail and he writhed again him, pushing his hips against Leo’s.
“So how long have you wanted this?” Leo asked, nipping up his neck carefully.
“Ooo, wanted you… uuuh… couple years ‘go… Leo-” he breathed, his legs tightening around his brother’s body as Leo carried him away from the table and to the edge of the kitchen counter, his hand fumbling for something behind him.
“Good answer.” Leo purred, nuzzling at his neck after his hand closed around what he was looking for. Situating them against the counter so Mikey’s shell was resting on the edge so he was forced to lean back slightly with his ass handing off the edge, Leo took a single step back with his hand pressed firmly to Mikey’s plastron to hold him in place. “I think I’ve wanted you since I was twelve.” Leo said and brought his hand around to reveal half a stick of butter on his fingers and in his palm.
Dazed blue eyes managed to clear just enough to twist his face up in a look of ‘huh?’ before he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut when Leo’s finger suddenly pressed and teased over his opening and stroked at his tail with his buttery fingertips.
“It was when you scraped your knee real bad in the sewers and you couldn’t walk on it. I ended up having to carry you home on my back because it was getting late and Splinter would have punished us for staying out after dark.” Leo explained, smirking at the several squeaks he relentlessly teased from his brother. He churred softly and then moved his hand further up Mikey’s shell with searching fingers, but then he paused as he found it - and he then ran his thumb over the slit where his cock was tucked away and he leaned forward slowly, loving the immediate breathless expression on his baby brother’s face. “You held on so tightly and talked in my ear the whole way back... breathing against my neck, wiggling atop my back…” he hissed, moving in close to do just that - whisper in his ear, breath against his neck and wiggle his fingers in a circular pattern across his entrance and pushed outwards slightly, trying to relax him.
Mikey’s eyes widened immediately and he squirmed, “Leo…” He squeaked with a moan as he dropped down just as Leo’s fingers teased at his entrance, “Yeah…” he moaned then whimpered as Leo’s fingers didn’t move any further.
Leonardo blushed and suddenly hid his face against Mikey’s neck as his kept his fingers exactly were they were while his other arm wrapped about him. “I’m sorry Mikey… I… I can’t stop…” he panted while that scent grew stronger in the air and a jolt of lust shot straight through both of them and right down to their cocks, hardening them further and making Leo groan with a thrust of his hips against Mikey’s spread legs.
“Oooh, you better not stop.” Mikey whimpered and tried to push down on his fingers, but with his shell pinned the way it was and with Leo leaning against him, he was effectively trapped.
“You like it, huh?” Leo asked quickly with a pant, his fingers that were holding onto his scutes tightened further.
“Yeah, totally dude; you going to fuck me now or do I have to bend you over so you get the message?” he asked, lusty blue eyes staring down at Leo as he pulled his head back to look up at him, an amused smile turning up the corner of his leader’s lips.
Leo stared directly into Mikey’s eyes as he slowly pushed a finger into his brother. He grunted in delight seeing Mikey’s eyes roll back and his lips part as he watched Mikey absorb the feeling of being intruded so forcefully, and he churred loudly from his chest.
“L… L… Leo~o.” Mikey moaned and arched his back, his toes curling as Leo wiggled his finger inside of him, spreading the butter within him and slowly stretching him while stroking and teasing the inside of his body. “Eee!” He squeaked and jerked his head back, banging it against the cupboard from the pleasure lancing through him.
“Ready for more?” Leo purred, that scent rolling off of him and making Mikey squeal as Leo crooked his finger, thrusting his finger in sharply and jabbing at his prostate sharply.
Mikey’s eyes went as wide as saucers and his mouth fell open. No noise emanated from him as he silently screamed in delight, his body wiggling and his back arching sharply as his cock bobbed and leaked in approval. A squeak finally escaped Mikey’s throat the moment Leo performed the same maneuver and he banged his head against the cabinets behind him for the second time that night.
Leo felt a surge of masculine pride wash over him and that steady and burning pressure inside of him that he had been feeling for the last two weeks flared and he practically trembled from both lust and desperation as he continued to thrust his finger into his brother, watching Mikey’s face contort in joy and pleasure and feeling his toes curl at his sides. Easing a second finger into him, Leonardo leaned forward and inhaled deeply of his little brother’s scent that was heavy and rich along his neck and caused him to waver again and grasp flimsily at his control as he nipped and nibbled at Mike’s flesh. His cock was so hard! I hurt! He wanted so badly to touch himself… mmm, or maybe have Mikey touch him - kiss it, suck on it, nibble.... the visual stoked his lust and he moved his fingers more quickly in and out of Mikey, having missed the squeak of pain and momentary look of discomfort due to the fact he was biting at Mikey’s neck and collarbone insistently.
A loud moan burst from Mikey as Leo’s fingers dragged across that something inside of him again that not only made stars burst before his eyes, but made his whole body want to curl and writhe desperately in the amazing pleasure of it all. “Leo~o!” he cried out.
(On to Part Two: http://g33kg1rl.livejournal.com/5806.html )
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Series: Vindicated
Title: You Want Toast With That Butter?
Pairing: LeoxMikey, Raph/Don
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes thinking about the past can bring up old, and growing emotions.... and mating season doesn't hurt any either.
Warning for this chapter: Oh yes, this one is smut-filled. Mmmmm, tasty. ;)
Author's Note: The boys are 18 years old in this one. :D and oh yes, I drew a picture for this chapter. It was just that much fun. heehee ^_^ (oh yeah... and uh... it's in three posts. >_< yes, it's that long....
~You Want Some Toast With That Butter?~
He had known since he was ten. He had thought about it everyday since he had seen both his brothers sobbing and clinging together, whispering back and forth for hours before they finally accepted their current situation and walked away from each other.
At first he was scared to try and understand what had gone on. After a while, he was just confused, and then he was even jealous. But it was all in a childish way. Even Mikey had to admit, he was dubbed the ‘baby bro’ for good reason. He wasn’t as mature about things as his other brothers; he took the long way around in understand things. He had to ‘do’ to ‘comprehend’, and he had to forcibly be taught for him to remember his lessons.
And he remembered that time so clearly. It was one of the few times in his childhood that he had been upset for weeks afterwards. Usually he bounced right back from punishments or what would be deemed ‘traumatic experiences’, but this was something that stuck with him and frightened him to no end.
Raph and Donnie had shared something he doubted he would ever get a taste of. They had promised each other something that he would never have. Even if by some miracle he did meet someone in the future that would promise him the same as his brothers had promised each other; how long would that last? How long would they be willing to live in the shadows, never feel comfortable to introduce friends and family to their boyfriend? How long would they be willing to trek down into the sewers to see him? It wouldn’t last. Even he knew that could be the only answer.
Mikey sighed and tilted his head back, thudding it against the wall as he closed his eyes only to reopen them to stare up at his brick ceiling. It was so much easier when they were little. They didn’t need to think about things like this. But growing up, growing older and thinking of the loneliness of never sharing something deeper, it was depressing and discouraging in life. He knew he would always have his brothers as family - but a lover seemed so out of reach.
And it definitely wasn’t helping that Raphael and Donnie’s former engagement was starting to make more sense than hoping for an understanding human or waiting for another mutate… and a certain pair of warm brown eyes was most definitely the biggest problem - especially when they looked at him and a little smile touched that perfect mouth to make those eyes brighten up and make his handsome nose wrinkle slightly… no! He wasn’t going to think about that right now!
Groaning as he pushed himself up and away from the wall, Mikey shoved his comic books to the side as he struggled up to his feet and stretch. He glanced back at his comics, and he contemplated putting them away properly… then he remember how much work that would take and he waved it off, trudging to the door instead to get a glass of water… or a soda - a soda would be better.
He yawned as he headed down the hall - pausing only briefly to take a peek into Leo’s room, who wasn’t there - and to spy on Raph, who was swinging slightly in his hammock lazily, his hand dropping some used bandages he had just replaced on several places across his body as he stared up at the ceiling before he moved his hands behind his head. Mikey could hear Don down in his lab, tinkering away at something, and the television was off, signaling it was late enough that Splinter had either gone to bed or was having a tea ceremony as he meditated. Maybe that’s where Leo was….
Mikey trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen, throwing the fridge open to rummage around inside. He mumbled under his breath as he squinted past the fridge lightbulb next to his head, and he poked his tongue out the corner of his mouth in his search. A squeal of triumph escaped his lips the moment he finally located ‘The Secret Stash’ -also known as Raph’s soda- and a chuckle from behind made him blink and look over his shoulder.
Leo was standing behind the kitchen table watching him, his arms folded over his chest as he watched his baby bro stare back at him all innocent-like even as he was bent over with his head and upper shoulders inside of the fridge. “Hungry?” He asked with an unintended purr.
Wrinkling his nose and sticking his tongue out, Mikey disengaged himself from the fridge and straightened, holding the soda up and jiggling it to demonstrate what he was getting. “I’m raiding Raph’s secret stash of soda.” He explained, though his face quickly warmed up and he wasn’t quiet sure why - maybe it was the way Leo was staring at him so intently, or maybe it was simply because he had been caught almost literally crawling around inside of the fridge; or perhaps it was because of that scent that Leo had been giving off - it had slowly gotten stronger over the last few days, and right at that moment, it was extremely alluring. Especially after all his secret little thoughts he had just had up in his bedroom.
The silence was getting to be too much for him. Mikey fidgeted and cracked open his soda just to make some noise. “So, Raph is brooding again and Donnie is going all mad-scientist on something in his lab. He’s hardly left that place since that last fight.” He explained and then took a slurp of soda, watching Leo closely as he moved around the table to join him, leaning up against the edge of the table.
A frown marred Leo’s good humor and Mikey immediately kicked himself for bringing up the incident. Donnie had gotten hurt in the last battle - only a deep cut in his arm and some bruises; but it was nothing compared to what happened to Raph. He had jumped in front of Don at the last second to protect him from the full force of a Triceraton blaster - and of course, in the process, he had bloodied himself up in the process of protecting his brother. Donnie had flipped and yelled at him after they had gotten home; but Raph had only grinned and said he was okay before he passed out. Donnie had practically single-handedly nursed him back to health over the last month. He had hardly allowed Mikey to take over now and then; let alone take Raphael up his meals; unless he and Leo had double teamed him and Leo would somehow managed to convince him to get some sleep while Mikey quietly took over his place as nursemaid. After Raph had healed up enough to be on his own once again, Donnie had locked himself away in his lab and was rarely seen.
“Hey, you don’t think Donnie’s gone all vampire on us, do ya?” Mikey asked suddenly, his blue eyes widening and he bit his lower lip to add to the over-dramatic humor he was trying to create. He gasped and slapped a hand over his mouth as he gazed up at Leo, “Or worse, you think he’s like, a Mr. Hyde now?”
A small smile touched Leo’s face as he shook his head, gazing down at Mike, “Hardly. But something is bugging me now that you mention it…” Leonardo trailed off, his brows knitting together in that classic ‘Leader Thinking Mode’.
Mikey shifted nervously; whatever that musky scent Leo was giving off was, it was beginning to affect him… down south. The scent was just so… so enthralling, like he wanted to drown in that scent. “Uh, yeah?” He said, jerking himself out of his little daze and prompted Leo to talk instead of gazing off into the fascinating and secretive world of the toaster sitting on the counter next to the butter dish.
“Huh? Oh…” Leo snapped out of it and looked back to his brother. Frowning, he lowered his rich brown eyes to the floor and seemed to tighten his arms across his chest. “Have… have you noticed anything about Raph and Don?”
Blinking as he raised a brow, Mikey nodded, “Well, yeah.” He drawled out sarcastically and raised his soda as a way of motioning to everything around him. “I notice a lot of things about them. Like Donnie’s feet smell like death when he sleeps and Raphael looks like Buddha when he watches football.”
Leo’s smile returned at that as he looked to Mike and moved to lean against the table more comfortably. “Buddha?”
“Well, yeah! I mean, the dude sits there with his belly sticking out and he looks all intense. Now if Donnie is sitting next to him, that’s when he gets the goofy Buddha smile as he talks with him.” Mikey explained then stopped, his finger up in the air as his eyes widened and his mouth shifted to form an ‘o’.
Chuckling, Leo nodded, “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” He lowered his arms and placed his hands on the edge of the table behind him as he gazed down at the floor, his face slowly falling from the smile and once again slipping into an oddly intense look. “So you’ve noticed too, huh?”
“Well, Raph and Donnie have always been like that; even when we were kids.” Mikey defended weakly.
Leo frowned, “Yeah, but, with the fight that just happened and Raph getting hurt, Donnie seemed almost…”
“Like a zombie-mother bear ready to rip our heads off and eat our brains if we got to close to him?” Mikey offered as helpfully as he could.
Contorting his face from the visual but nodding in agreement, Leonardo shifted against the table, “Yeah, something like that.” He was quiet a moment then winced, looking down at the ground. “That’s not what’s been bothering me though. I saw…” he paused and squared his jaw, warm brown eyes staring at nothing as he relived the memory in his head. “I saw Raphael try and kiss Don.” He finally forced out, his mouth forming a thin line with his brows drawing together tightly.
Mikey blinked then made and ‘oh’ sound, looking down at his soda in hand.
“I… I stayed and listened for awhile. I wasn’t spying on purpose, it just surprised me. I didn’t think Raph could look so… soft…” He stumbled for the word and let it pass delicately over his lips, that musk rising between them as he remembered the events. “Donnie… he looked like he wanted to kiss him, but-”
“-but told Raph they couldn’t and looked ready to cry as he moved away.” Mikey finished, frowning as he stared at the ground.
Leo whipped his head up and around, staring at Mike in surprise, “You saw it too?”
“No… Donnie just says that to Raph every time.” Mikey explained then knitted his brows together, gripping at his soda pop more tightly.
“Every… how long has this been going on?” Leo breathed, pushing away from the table and turning towards his brother squarely, “What do you know, Mikey?” he demanded, his voice quiet, but his tone was firm and left no room for weaseling out of this.
Looking down at his toes, Mikey couldn’t help but compare the different shades of green they were, and just how nice they blended together. The scent of his brother grew stronger as he slipped into leader mode and wanted answers, but the underlying smell made him shiver and want something more.
“Mikey, what do you know?” Leo stepped closer and watched his brother’s cheeks warm and darken. “Mike?”
“I think they have the right idea… I mean, who else would want to fall in love with a mutant turtle but another turtle…”
“Mikey?” Leo asked, tilted his head a bit as he watched him, slightly confused and worried.
Michelangelo blushed deeper and peeked up at his brother, “Raphael asked Donnie to marry him.”
Surprise wasn’t half of what Leo felt. “What? When?”
Shrugging, Mikey sighed loudly and twisted his body, setting the soda down on the table behind him. “I don’t know. Like, ten years ago or something. It was back when we were just kids. Remember when Raph had that talk with Splinter and he said he hated him and cried a lot?”
Leo frowned and nodded; it was kind of hard to forget.
“Well, it was before that. I don’t really know anything else, but Raph has been pining after Don ever since and every now and then he tries to convince Donnie to go back to him or something.” He shrugged, staring up at Leo intently. “I know Donnie wants too, but because of what Splinter told him when he was a kid, he won’t allow himself to go back.”
Staring down at the ground as he went into ‘Leader Thinking Mode’, Leonardo nodded as he absorbed the information and plotted out how he was going to handle the situation.
“You’re not going to get mad at them, are you?” Mikey asked, baby blue eyes gazing up at him desperately. When warm brown eyes drifted up to lock with his, Mikey couldn’t help but reach out, grasping at his wrist.
Leo shook his head, “No, I’m not going to get mad, but they are brothers-”
“None of us are really brothers, dude.” Mike stated and held on tightly as Leo jerked his head upright once again.
“What? What do you mean?” Leo asked quickly, his eyes widening and his lips parting as he took a step closer and enveloped Mikey’s senses with that persistent aroma he was giving off in waves.
“Well, Donnie did that blood test about two years ago, remember? It was after all that mutation test stuff Bishop was doing on us and he wanted to check our blood. Well… turns out he also did a DNA test on all of us. I saw the paper lying out with his hand writing in the corner saying ‘Not Related’. I asked him about it and he explained it to me.” Mikey dropped his gaze, still remembering the sad smile and the way Donnie’s dark eyes had stared down at the paper as though hoping it would solve everything. “But he said it didn’t matter. He said that ethically we were still all brothers and threw the paper away.” He whispered, his fingers tightening around Leo’s wrist, just wanting to hold him one second longer before he began to let his fingers slip away.
“Not brothers?” Leo mumbled, his fingers tightening around Mikey’s before they could slip away and that musky scent spiked in the air around them.
Mikey’s heart fluttered and he peeked back up into his leader’s eyes.
Leo blushed lightly as he looked down at their hands, “Um, well, that definitely explains a lot.” He whispered.
“Dude… do you think they’re weird?” Mikey asked, his breath nearly catching in his throat.
“No… it’s kind of a relief really.” He explained and glanced over to Mikey, smiling warmly.
Mikey stared, his stomach lurching and his cheeks warming as he lost feeling in his body. “Hey… uh-”
“I really thought I was loosing my mind - or, or that I was messed up in some way.” Leo explained, staring down at their hands and tightening his grip on Mikey’s fingers. The alluring scent drifted to Mikey’s nose at that moment and caused him to quiver. Leo’s eyes darkened as his pupils grew larger. “I thought that I would tear the family apart feeling the way I do.” He whispered, lifting his gaze and catching those intoxicating blue eyes, “But if Raph and Donnie could survive, why can’t I?”
A little shiver ran over Mikey’s shell as he watched Leo stare back at him with a slightly glazed look and that scent growing stronger. His gut jumped again and his body trembled as those warm brown eyes sucked him into some unknown land where he felt nothing but that gaze caress unknown places inside of him. “Leo, you better snap out of it and tell me it’s me or I’m going to ignore you and take you right here on the kitchen floor.”
Leonardo did snap out of it but only long enough to look surprised before Mikey jumped at him, wrapping his arms about his neck and pressing his beak to his in a fierce and heated kiss. He gasped and immediately had a tongue shoved into his mouth to rub against his. Leo struggled against Mikey though he jerked him closer to his body a heartbeat later while at the same time he pushed him back against the table and leaned into him, forcing Mike’s head back from the sheer force of the kiss he was returning.
Mikey mewed in his throat and a low churr escaped him as Leo’s fingers played deliciously down his sides between his shell and plastron and then down along his thighs. He gasped loudly as he was suddenly hoisted upwards and he found his knees on either side of a very lusty turtle. Panting loudly, Mikey managed to rip his lips away from Leo’s and stare at him through heavy hooded lids. Leo rumbled deep in his chest and grabbed his thigh tightly to pull him tighter against his body, and at the same time, Mikey groaned and leaned his head to the side as talented lips began kissing over his cheek and down his neck. He mewled again and shivered against Leo while his leader held him tightly to his body, his hands caressing and squeezing his ass in randomly erotic ways.
“Oh…ooo… yay…” Mikey squeaked out, his eyes fluttering behind his lids as Leo’s fingers played with his tail slowly and deliberately.
Chuckling softly, Leo slowed in his desperate claiming of Mikey as he nuzzled his neck and stroked his tail. “Yay?” he asked quietly.
“Uh-huh, you… oooh… horny, an-and me horny… want now.” He shuddered as Leo pinched the tip of his tail and he writhed again him, pushing his hips against Leo’s.
“So how long have you wanted this?” Leo asked, nipping up his neck carefully.
“Ooo, wanted you… uuuh… couple years ‘go… Leo-” he breathed, his legs tightening around his brother’s body as Leo carried him away from the table and to the edge of the kitchen counter, his hand fumbling for something behind him.
“Good answer.” Leo purred, nuzzling at his neck after his hand closed around what he was looking for. Situating them against the counter so Mikey’s shell was resting on the edge so he was forced to lean back slightly with his ass handing off the edge, Leo took a single step back with his hand pressed firmly to Mikey’s plastron to hold him in place. “I think I’ve wanted you since I was twelve.” Leo said and brought his hand around to reveal half a stick of butter on his fingers and in his palm.
Dazed blue eyes managed to clear just enough to twist his face up in a look of ‘huh?’ before he moaned and squeezed his eyes shut when Leo’s finger suddenly pressed and teased over his opening and stroked at his tail with his buttery fingertips.
“It was when you scraped your knee real bad in the sewers and you couldn’t walk on it. I ended up having to carry you home on my back because it was getting late and Splinter would have punished us for staying out after dark.” Leo explained, smirking at the several squeaks he relentlessly teased from his brother. He churred softly and then moved his hand further up Mikey’s shell with searching fingers, but then he paused as he found it - and he then ran his thumb over the slit where his cock was tucked away and he leaned forward slowly, loving the immediate breathless expression on his baby brother’s face. “You held on so tightly and talked in my ear the whole way back... breathing against my neck, wiggling atop my back…” he hissed, moving in close to do just that - whisper in his ear, breath against his neck and wiggle his fingers in a circular pattern across his entrance and pushed outwards slightly, trying to relax him.
Mikey’s eyes widened immediately and he squirmed, “Leo…” He squeaked with a moan as he dropped down just as Leo’s fingers teased at his entrance, “Yeah…” he moaned then whimpered as Leo’s fingers didn’t move any further.
Leonardo blushed and suddenly hid his face against Mikey’s neck as his kept his fingers exactly were they were while his other arm wrapped about him. “I’m sorry Mikey… I… I can’t stop…” he panted while that scent grew stronger in the air and a jolt of lust shot straight through both of them and right down to their cocks, hardening them further and making Leo groan with a thrust of his hips against Mikey’s spread legs.
“Oooh, you better not stop.” Mikey whimpered and tried to push down on his fingers, but with his shell pinned the way it was and with Leo leaning against him, he was effectively trapped.
“You like it, huh?” Leo asked quickly with a pant, his fingers that were holding onto his scutes tightened further.
“Yeah, totally dude; you going to fuck me now or do I have to bend you over so you get the message?” he asked, lusty blue eyes staring down at Leo as he pulled his head back to look up at him, an amused smile turning up the corner of his leader’s lips.
Leo stared directly into Mikey’s eyes as he slowly pushed a finger into his brother. He grunted in delight seeing Mikey’s eyes roll back and his lips part as he watched Mikey absorb the feeling of being intruded so forcefully, and he churred loudly from his chest.
“L… L… Leo~o.” Mikey moaned and arched his back, his toes curling as Leo wiggled his finger inside of him, spreading the butter within him and slowly stretching him while stroking and teasing the inside of his body. “Eee!” He squeaked and jerked his head back, banging it against the cupboard from the pleasure lancing through him.
“Ready for more?” Leo purred, that scent rolling off of him and making Mikey squeal as Leo crooked his finger, thrusting his finger in sharply and jabbing at his prostate sharply.
Mikey’s eyes went as wide as saucers and his mouth fell open. No noise emanated from him as he silently screamed in delight, his body wiggling and his back arching sharply as his cock bobbed and leaked in approval. A squeak finally escaped Mikey’s throat the moment Leo performed the same maneuver and he banged his head against the cabinets behind him for the second time that night.
Leo felt a surge of masculine pride wash over him and that steady and burning pressure inside of him that he had been feeling for the last two weeks flared and he practically trembled from both lust and desperation as he continued to thrust his finger into his brother, watching Mikey’s face contort in joy and pleasure and feeling his toes curl at his sides. Easing a second finger into him, Leonardo leaned forward and inhaled deeply of his little brother’s scent that was heavy and rich along his neck and caused him to waver again and grasp flimsily at his control as he nipped and nibbled at Mike’s flesh. His cock was so hard! I hurt! He wanted so badly to touch himself… mmm, or maybe have Mikey touch him - kiss it, suck on it, nibble.... the visual stoked his lust and he moved his fingers more quickly in and out of Mikey, having missed the squeak of pain and momentary look of discomfort due to the fact he was biting at Mikey’s neck and collarbone insistently.
A loud moan burst from Mikey as Leo’s fingers dragged across that something inside of him again that not only made stars burst before his eyes, but made his whole body want to curl and writhe desperately in the amazing pleasure of it all. “Leo~o!” he cried out.
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